He didn't want to lose face in front of Viola Harris.
Finn Wilson ignored his hand and turned his gaze directly to Viola Harris, with a barely noticeable spark in his eyes.
Viola? You seem pretty familiar with her.
"Who is he?" Finn Wilson asked again.
Geoffrey Murphy frowned, retracting his hand with some displeasure. He had already introduced himself, yet this guy kept asking—what's his problem?
With that thought, Geoffrey Murphy stepped in front of Viola Harris, "Sir, I don't care who you are. I've told you I'm Viola's friend. Your persistent questioning is truly lacking in manners."
Finn Wilson pushed Geoffrey Murphy aside and yanked Viola Harris by the wrist to his side, "I'm asking my girlfriend, none of your business."
Geoffrey Murphy was momentarily stunned and looked at Viola Harris, tentatively calling, "Viola?"
Viola Harris smiled at him, "You should go now, Brother Murphy. Thanks for tonight."
