Jim finished listening. "...…That hardcore?"
Bonnie glanced toward the packed crowd again but still couldn't see what the person looked like.
She withdrew her gaze and gave a soft snort. "I have plenty of fans too."
If they wanted her autograph later, she wouldn't give it to them.
Seeing her proud little expression, Jim couldn't help laughing. "Yes, yes, our Miss Bonnie has tons of fans. No need to bother with these people."
Bonnie didn't take it to heart. She shot them one more glance, then looked away.
She turned to Jim, lips curving. "Let's go. I'll walk you a bit farther."
Jim's work was busy, and who knew when they'd meet again after he left. He reached out and hugged her. "Alright, this is far enough. If you ever need my help, tell me. I'll fly back anytime."
Bonnie patted his shoulder. "Okay. Call me when you land."
Jim waved at her and left.
