"Aren't you going to take a look?" Sophie Foster whispered softly, then let go of her hand hooked around Nicholas Croft's neck.
Nicholas looked up, "Let's go."
Suddenly, Sophie pushed Nicholas away and sat up straight, fanning herself and taking deep breaths while muttering, "I was really suffocating." She showed no shyness or apology for the "forced kiss" with a stranger.
Nicholas leaned back into the seat, one hand resting on the back, his legs elegantly crossed, smoking a cigarette while watching Sophie with interest.
Only then did Sophie seem to realize something was amiss, hastily stopping her fanning and saying to Nicholas, "Thanks for just now!"
Though it was a thank you, it came out of Sophie's mouth without a trace of gratitude, her tone casual as if chatting. Seeing Nicholas smoking, she turned her gaze to the low table in front, grabbed the pack of cigarettes, and took one out.
She wiggled her fingers at Nicholas, "Lighter, please."
