"Huh?" Titus Zane snapped back to reality, tugging at the corner of his lips, then lifting his hand to gather a strand of large curls hanging beside his ear. Before he could tuck it behind, Wesley Foley behind him raised his hand to help complete the gesture.
As if touched by something untouchable, instinctively, Titus Zane turned to avoid it, and the lock of hair on Wesley's finger also slipped through the gaps, a shadow of gloominess briefly crossing his phoenix eyes.
Titus Zane looked down, still thinking of an excuse, so he didn't see, and by the time he looked up again, the glimpse of gloom in Wesley's eyes had already vanished.
"Oh, Director Foley, you drank too much last night. I couldn't manage by myself, so Director Moore helped take you back here," he stated.
"Is that so?"
With a mild tone, Wesley Foley walked past Titus Zane into the kitchen.
