Amos Smith's brows furrowed slightly, then he let out a light sigh.
"I am not drunk."
Perhaps it was the alcohol that was messing with her, Bertha Haines's mind was somewhat dull, taking a moment to understand the meaning behind Amos Smith's words.
"Since you're not drunk, then why... why did you kiss me?"
The more Amos Smith listened, the more off it seemed. The young lady was too cute today, her voice was even sweetly coquettish.
"Did you drink again?"
Bertha Haines mumbled, "I did, not happy."
Amos Smith purposely asked, "So are you unhappy because I kissed you... or because you think I mistook you for someone else and that made you unhappy?"
Bertha Haines thought for a bit, then shyly replied.
"I'm not unhappy that you kissed me."
Upon hearing this, a broad smile immediately appeared on Amos Smith's lips.
"I didn't mistake you for someone else, I knew it was you."
Bertha Haines was even more confused, "Then why did you..."
