"When William Guillen came over just now, your eyes had already betrayed you."
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." Fluffy Zane was a little flustered, one hand propping her forehead. "I didn't know he would come here. I just bumped into him all of a sudden..."
A warm, broad palm settled on her head.
Fluffy Zane looked up in surprise and met Jim Jones' warm and clear eyes. He curved his lips into a faint smile, gently rubbing her head twice as he comforted her, "It's okay, I can understand. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"Jim, has anyone ever told you that you're a warm man?"
Jim Jones raised an eyebrow. "Is that a compliment?"
"Yes, it means to praise someone for being very warm."
Jim Jones laughed. "No, you're the first. I'm honored to receive your praise."
Mila had been trying to find topics of conversation, talking until she was parched, while William Guillen merely offered perfunctory replies.
