Tilly Zimmerman staggered to the sink, smacked open the faucet with a smack, her body swaying back and forth non-stop, and looked toward Nathan Moore through the mirror.
"Director Moore, the manager did give us instructions, haha... uh, that pretty boy outside..."
As Tilly zimmerman lifted her hand with colorful long nails and flicked water droplets towards the outside, Nathan Moore had to lean back to dodge the attack and listened to Tilly continuing.
"Yes, uh, he's your rival, so... even at the cost of my life!" Slapping her chest with a hand, the wet hand made a not-so-small noise against the skin, "I have to get him drunk and make him a laughing stock... Director Moore, later on use your phone to capture it, and post it online..."
Nathan Moore...
If Tilly Zimmerman's earlier words were somewhat touching to him, especially the term "pretty boy", which was quite apt.
However, the subsequent "capture it and post it online" instantly darkened his handsome face.
