"Hey Boss, look at those legs, tsk tsk, and that waist—the women of Hope Island are gorgeous." The bald man craned his neck, his eyes glued to her, practically drooling.
Seeing the family in the distance glance over, Johnson picked up a spoon from the thick soup and smacked the man on the head. "What, you think this is a brothel in the Dock District? Show some damn restraint!"
They're Hope Island natives, and we're from the Outer Islands. If trouble starts, even an idiot knows the Sheriff will side with the locals.
"That will be all, thank you." Lily handed the menu back to the waiter, then turned to gaze at the distant warships, her eyes full of longing.
"Lily, stop staring. Have you given any thought to what I mentioned a few days ago?" Dr. Oliver, who sported a small mustache, asked his daughter.
Lily immediately pulled a sour face. "Dad, give me a break. I really don't have any plans to get married right now."
