He was sweating profusely, and after Enna Clark handed him a drink, she took out a tissue from her bag, pulled one out, and helped wipe the sweat off his forehead while asking, "Why not play somewhere cooler? Is it too hot?"
Bobby let her wipe the sweat off his forehead and was in a good mood, "Not too bad. I can only see what he's doing from here."
"Have some orange juice." Enna had no choice but to say, "Don't drink it all at once, it's too cold, drinking too much at once can upset your stomach."
"Okay." Bobby agreed readily, holding the drink cup and taking a big sip. Instantly, he felt much better and not as hot, and he looked up at Enna, asking, "Where's the little dummy? Why isn't she with you?"
"Gigi is playing over there, Mr. Harris is with her, don't worry." Enna took the cup he handed back and said, "She hasn't played so happily for a long time, just let her enjoy a bit more."
