Cynthia stuck her tongue out at Jackson before turning to take a sip of the wine, letting its sweetness pervade her tongue. She fell in love with it at first taste. “Mm, it’s good!”
Aristotle’s lips curled slightly. “Don’t drink too much.”
Tiffany considered him and mulled her question over for a while, before finally asking, “So... You tied down to a girl yet?”
That came out of nowhere. Aristotle had to reel back a little after his initial bewilderment. “Wha? No. Of course not. Why did you ask?” he replied. “I’m afraid my busy life has provided me no luxury of time to look for one.”
Cynthia’s tongue moved on its own. “But you brought a girl back home already,” she blurted out. “How’s that a no?”
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