Adam Ross's eyes were frivolous, but Charlotte Thompson saw a degree of resolution in them.
Either he was hiding it too deeply, or he was unaware of the matter.
Untroubled by his denial, Charlotte adjusted her mindset, ready to pursue the subject while it was still fresh and gain a deeper understanding.
"So..." Her words were cut off by a voice familiar deep down in her heart.
She looked up to see that very familiar face, his gaze sweeping over them.
"What are you two doing?" Justin Battleson appeared behind them like a man who had just busted his wife cheating.
His face was dark, verging on green, clearly dissatisfied with their late-night, man-to-woman conversation.
Originally, Justin had also come to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but instead, he saw two familiar figures from a distance.
Under the dim, ambiguous light, the two were so close that they almost appeared to be kissing from Justin's perspective.