"Then let's try asking it another way, okay?" Julian Winslow coaxed.
Shalma Hughes tilted her head in thought for a moment before nodding. "Alright! Ask away."
"Earlier, when you saw me dancing with another woman, so close to her... did it upset you?" Julian startled even himself when he asked this. He froze in stunned silence, but heaven knew how desperately he wanted to know the answer.
Shalma, however, shook her head. Her originally beautiful curly hair grew increasingly disheveled as she roughly tousled it. "I don't know... What does it mean to be upset?"
Julian was rendered speechless. After a long pause, he finally said, "Forget it! You're drunk. You don't even know what you're saying, so how could you possibly understand my question?"
Just then, Shalma opened her arms wide and suddenly said to him, "Hug..."
