He shifted his body, and Joan Harry followed suit.
Joan Harry rubbed her forehead, "What time is it..."
Jesse Rowan glanced at his watch, "Three-thirty in the afternoon."
"Oh, I want to read for a while alone, you should go back to Koi Garden."
"Such nice weather, what book are you reading?" Jesse Rowan grabbed her wrist. "I'll take you out to have some fun. Don't you love concerts? I'll take you to one. I'm in a good mood today."
Joan Harry glanced out the window, nice weather?
Is he blind?
"I'm not in the mood these days, let's talk about it later." Joan Harry refused him.
"If you're going to read, I'll just sit here and look at some documents. There's a lot going on lately, and I'll be busy for a long time." Jesse Rowan sobered up quite a bit, unable to recall what he did when he was drunk.
"You really don't need to stay with me, I feel constrained."
