Familiar sports car, familiar pattern, familiar style.
Just as Nora Scott paused, that flashy sports car came to a stop. The car door opened, and out came a dapper Jesse Johnson with multicolored spiky hair and a cool jacket, slicking his hair back with flair as he got out of the car.
Spritely and full of spirit.
He didn't look like he had suffered a blow; rather he seemed like something good had happened.
I wonder how Lily Turner managed to coax him...
While pondering this, Jesse Johnson had already spotted her.
His eyes widened as he pointed at her repeatedly, stuttering "you, you, you" as if his tongue was burnt, then wiping his mouth, he walked over briskly.
"What are you doing here?"
Holding her hand up without letting go, Jesse Johnson's expression was full of shock, his eyes nearly popping out.
Never would he have thought, there would be a day when he ran into Nora Scott!
