"Fluffy, are you okay?" Jim Jones asked with concern; the difference in their heights meant he had to lower his head.
This brought them even closer.
From a distance, it looked like they were whispering in each other's ears.
Fluffy Zane didn't know what was wrong with her tonight. She usually had a good tolerance for alcohol, but after only two drinks tonight, she was already slightly tipsy.
She waved her hand, gesturing that she was fine. "...I just feel a bit dizzy, it's nothing."
"How about I take you home first so you can rest? We can watch the movie another time. How does that sound?"
Fluffy Zane shook her head. "No, you've already bought the tickets. It would be a waste if we don't go."
Sitting in his car, William Guillen stared intently at the pair, unable to hear what they were saying. However, Fluffy Zane's waving hands and shaking head, along with Jim Jones holding her tightly, were all clear to him.
