Sumr Fairmont took a picture of Sean Lowell’s table from a distance and then left.
After leaving the hotel, Sumr leaned against the corner wall and sent the picture she just took to Artie Vaughn.
Just a second later, Artie called imdiately: "Ahhh, Sumr, what’s going on?!"
"As seen in the picture," Sumr’s usual two-word response.
"Ah Sumr, the guy sitting behind the glass in the picture just now, doesn’t he look like Master Sean Lowell? Could he be Sean’s twin?"
"No." Although Sumr can’t rember the taste of alcohol, rembering faces is no problem at all.
"Ah Sumr, so when you say no, you an they’re not twins, right? Which ans, you’re sure it’s Master Sean Lowell, yes?"
"Yes."
"Ah!! Sumr, why is the master in Scotland, did you talk to him or what?"
"No." Sumr is always about minimalistic speech; if one word can explain it, she won’t use two.
"Ah Sumr, wait for Artie to confirm, okay? Artie wants to zoom in on the picture and take a closer look."
Artie zood in on the picture several tis, getting even more excited: "Ahhh~ Sumr, this really is the guy Artie likes. But why does Sean look kind of worn out?"
"Dunno." Sumr noticed the person, but expressions and such are not within her concern.
If it weren’t for the guy inside being soone Artie, in all seriousness, said she truly liked to prove she didn’t trick Sumr back to the country, Sumr probably wouldn’t have even cared.
"Ah Sumr, can you help Artie go see what’s up with Master Sean? Joining The Dump Alliance these past two days, Artie just realized how rare it was for The Jilted to make an exception and do the livestream for us. He used to really only show up for the annual event once a year."
"Yourself." Sumr spoke in Chinese that others couldn’t comprehend.
"Ah Sumr, you’re saying let Artie go herself, right? If Artie were there, she’d just rush over and give a big loving hug without a second thought, but isn’t it Sumr who abandoned Artie in the country?" Artie feared Sumr would refuse again.
Having Sumr reject a proposal twice in a row is practically a lifelong refusal.
The Rhyming Siren started her endless whining before Sumr could refuse:
"Ah Sumr, you see Master Sean, unfamiliar with the place, sitting there alone, looking so lonely and worn out and pitiful. Ah Sumr, can’t you help the master take care of the master she likes? The master and master are such a perfect match. If anything happened to the master, the master would be heartbroken. If the guy she likes were kidnapped by crazy fans, Artie would be truly, really so pitiful."
If Sumr doesn’t agree, Artie can whine with repeated words until the end of ti.
Half of Artie’s heart had returned when Sumr went back to Scotland.
Now, she wished she could sprout wings and fly over directly.
How did Sean Lowell beco so worn out in just a few days without confessing?
Is the charging power not high enough?
Is the ntal nourishnt not sufficient?
So frustrating!
Can Sumr handle the confession kind of thing as well?
Sumr’s turn back, under Artie’s pressure, gave Gordo quite a shock.
He only spun a fresh white lie, and now it’s about to be squeezed into fresh colored juice?
"Oh my! It has a return function too?" Gordon Sterling hurriedly dragged Sean back toward the restaurant before Sumr noticed: "You go sit back at the table, I’ll go upstairs to hide and think of sothing."
"..."
ヾ(≧O≦)〃~ What the~ Mommy~ Hooli~ Excuse ! Going upstairs to hide and think?
Ti froze at this mont, Earth’s rotation and revolution paused.
Not even coming up with a plan together with Sean.
What about "Once I get there, I’ll settle everything for you"?
Gordo, heavy on promises and never breaking his word, went upstairs to hide without a second thought.
The top strear still hadn’t decided how to not show excess emotion in front of Sumr.
His emotion managent skills always left sothing to be desired, spilling out whatever cody bit or joke was on hand.
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