"Don't worry, Young Master Edward, when it comes to acting skills, I'm professional and not worse than those company stars..." Lawrence Winters playfully winked at Edward Foster.
Edward Foster was amused by her, feeling a sudden itch in his hand, wanting to poke that shallow dimple on her face.
But he didn't dare, he only held his chopsticks tightly, slowly bringing them to his mouth to lick them.
Lawrence Winters curiously glanced at him, thinking that sometimes Edward Foster was really a bit silly, what's so great about gnawing on bare chopsticks?
They chatted and laughed while finishing their meal, and it was already 4:30.
They went to a nearby café for coffee, and Lawrence Winters said, "I brought my teaser that I had someone make, would you like to take a look, Young Master Edward?"
"You have it here?"
