Russell looked at the girl with flushed cheeks and a dazed look in her eyes. He lifted her chin with his fingertips and said, "I didn't see."
Zoey raised an eyebrow, "Is she pretty or am I pretty?"
Russell chuckled, "I didn't see, how would I know what she looked like?"
Zoey thought that this man was particularly cunning and would not fall for any questions.
She squinted at him and asked, "Am I good-looking?"
The two of them were breathing close to each other, the girl's fragrance mixed with the rich aroma of red wine wafting into the man's nostrils.
Russell's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he croaked, "Good-looking."
Zoey hooked her fingertip around the buttons of the man's shirt, and if she got just a little bit closer, their lips would touch.
"Who were you to Roland?"
Zoey'
