Peter drove his own car and was clearly supposed to start out together with James, yet he ended up arriving twenty minutes late.
He entered the room, panting heavily, and exclaimed, "Guess what I saw on the way here!"
Peter slumped into a chair, poured himself a glass of lemon water, and downed several gulps. Yvette saw his behavior and teased, "Did you see some hot babe on the way and get all worked up?"
"Sister Yvette, I grew up watching you and Jane Sampson together. After seeing women like you two, do you think there's any lady in this world who can still make me think of beauty?" Peter waved dismissively.
"Oh wow, I used to think Jane Sampson had sharp enough wit, but turns out you've got her beat, Peter. What, buttering up my wife to make her happy—you trying to steal her from me or what? Sure, pretty ladies are nice, but they still aren't yours." Thomas gave Yvette a kiss, right in front of the three of them.
