Long fingers grasped the cold cup body, holding the wine glass as he stood up. He handed the cup to her.
He picked up her glass effortlessly, without a hitch.
Summer Ford steadied her face, reached out to take the cup, but Snor Fairchild held onto the glass, unwilling to let go.
Summer Ford raised her face, a look of astonishment in her eyes.
Snor Fairchild's gaze scanned her face inch by inch, very slowly.
After sizing her up for a while, he casually remarked, "We agreed on three minutes, doesn't this count as a foul?"
Summer Ford was stunned, her face turning slightly pale.
He found out!
"Just sit quietly, don't you have that bit of confidence in him?" Placing the cup beside her hand, Snor Fairchild sat back in his seat, elegantly picking up his utensils and starting on his meal.
Summer Ford watched him quietly, reflecting on his words, suddenly feeling he had a point.
She had just wanted to create some noise as a hint to Ethan Laurent.
