After contemplating Alexander Johnson's past for a moment, he didn't pry any further. Instead, he pointed to a certain spot below and asked, "Isn't she pretty?"
Walker Martinez squinted his eyes, following the direction indicated.
The woman had a jacket draped over her arm. Her Morandi-colored cheongsam seemed more vibrant under the dim light. Her strikingly pale skin complemented her red lips. Turning back, her gentle frame was both charming and frail. Despite being a natural beauty, she was quite captivating.
"Anyone with eyes can see that," he said.
Unaware of what prompted him, Caleb Baker smirked, his eyes twinkling, "Then, your taste is indeed good."
With that.
He turned around and leisurely made his way downstairs.
Walker Martinez: "..."
Was Caleb Baker out of his mind?