Glenn Hutchinson stared closely at her.
His eyes grew deeper and more enigmatic, subtly containing something, various emotions converged yet never fully revealed.
"Is there a problem with the map?"
Having not received an answer from Glenn, Flossie Wright furrowed her brows in confusion.
"No."
In a low tone, Glenn denied.
Simultaneously, he reined in his thoughts.
"Then," with a puzzled eyebrow raise, Flossie asked, "What is it?"
"You look better than the map." Glenn replied sincerely, looking at her.
"..."
Opening her mouth, Flossie found herself at a loss for words.
After a moment, she retracted her hands, leaned her whole body against the back of the sofa, then crossed her legs and raised an eyebrow at Glenn, "Let's look at the map first and discuss any questions later."
With one sentence, she brought the matter back to the mission.
Glenn helplessly withdrew his gaze.
Lowered his head to look at the map.
