Wanda Miller had expected Hannah Hale to explain, but she never imagined Hannah would be so nonchalant.
"So, do you two like each other, or are you already dating?"
Hannah Hale gave her an enigmatic smile, then turned and handed the freshly brewed coffee to Wanda Miller. "He already has a girl he likes. And he likes her a lot. I'd advise you not to waste your time."
"Just likes… she isn't his girlfriend yet?"
One had to admit, Wanda Miller was incredibly perceptive to have picked up on that.
Hannah Hale brought the coffee cup to her lips and blew on it gently. The rising steam misted over her porcelain-like skin, shrouding her in what looked like a fog from deep within a forest.
"Why do you ask? Did I say something to give you the wrong idea?"
Hannah Hale gazed at Wanda Miller with her clear eyes. 'For some reason, I just can't bring myself to like her. In fact, I find her a bit detestable.'
"So you're saying Mr. Joyce already has a girlfriend?"
