The captivating eyes sparkled, "Emma, since when did you start worrying about this? Did our parents send you here as a messenger!?"
"No, of course not, I swear!" Scared that he might misunderstand, Emma Benson raised her hands in a gesture of swearing.
This action from the woman brought laughter from the two men, Walter Schmidt pulled down her hands and whispered in her ear, "That's not a gesture of swearing, it's surrendering!"
Emma's cheeks turned red, she stuck out her tongue playfully, "I don't care, brother, you have to believe me, I'm really not a messenger for dad and mom, I'm on the same side as you, you can choose when to get a girlfriend and marry, I'll always support you, but, I'm just a bit worried..."
"Worried about what?" Morgan Benson held back his laughter and took another sip of coffee.
"Worried..." Emma hesitated for a moment, but eventually shared her concern, "I'm worried... you don't like women!"
