Julian Fairchild looked at the meat in the bowl, "Put it back, I'm not eating it."
"How can you not eat meat?" Maeve Lane didn't listen to him, and blinked, "We've already kissed, what is there to be disgusted about?"
"Hey, buddy, your drink is overflowing!" A surprised voice rang out, and the staff in the lounge looked at Henry Hughes in astonishment. The cup in front of him was overflowing with orange juice, and due to his absent-mindedness, the table was now a mess with juice everywhere.
Henry Hughes pulled out some napkins and said calmly, "It's fine, I'll just wipe it up."
"Who's the girl that got you so distracted?" Maeve Lane teased, seeing his forlorn expression.
Henry Hughes glanced at her defensively, "There is no girl."
Julian Fairchild saw his expression and had already figured out the gist of it.
He had noticed earlier that Henry Hughes had an unusual enthusiasm for Maeve Lane. Now it seemed that his guess wasn't wrong.
