Filling the glass with foreign liquor and handing it to Nicholas Croft, Sophie Foster proactively clinked glasses with him, "Handsome Uncle, here's to being so handsome you have no friends!"
Nicholas Croft was a bit at a loss whether to cry or laugh, "Are you cursing me?"
Sophie Foster looked at him as if he were an alien, "Handsome Uncle? That's how people talk these days, haven't you heard?"
Nicholas Croft pursed his lips, raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip, then gestured at Sophie Foster, "I've heard, but isn't that what you just said?"
"Handsome Uncle, you're really good at flirting!" Sophie Foster exclaimed, confident that women wouldn't have any immunity to such a charming and articulate man.
"Really?" Nicholas Croft feigned innocence, raising an eyebrow, while Sophie Foster, taking a sip of her drink, nodded in an exaggerated manner.
Nicholas Croft spread his empty arm in resignation, "But, I'm still single."
