I Think

Emily shook her head.

"Then what brand of cigarette does he smoke? It smelled good. I asked him last time, but he didn't answer."

Emily shook her head again. She intended to act stupidly, so she lowered her head to eat and shook her head.

Although disappointed at her reaction, she quickly braced up. "It doesn't matter. I'll know all of his likes and dislikes as I get to know him gradually in the coming days."

Irene looked at Emily. Although the little girl was a bit slow, she was good-looking with watery eyes, a small and curved nose, pink and plump lips. She chewed with bulging cheeks, looking pretty and lovely. A few years later, she would turn out drop-dead gorgeous.

She stared at Emily for a while and suddenly asked, "Do you like Mr. Vincent?"

Emily slowed down with her meal. She raised her head and looked into Irene with her eyes shining brightly.

A moment later, Emily nodded and said softly, "Yes."