About…you…? No, dear…
“Oh… I see.” Jack sighs to himself, deciding not to push it. Maybe Ernest had lied about his source of information…
“What…did he say, by chance?”
Slenda was…curious. What had Ernest told Jack…? She tilts her head and takes his left hand in both of hers.
Slenda lets a genuine, almost bubbly laugh escape her. “Only you could make such a cheesy line work, Jacques…only you.”...
Jack walks to her, closing the distance and hugging her. “What a beautiful, lovely smelling rose I’m holding onto,...