"Felix, stop it, let's go home." After leaving a tip for the service, Mia Foster pulled Felix Shaw's hand back, and his face swiveled towards hers as well. With his peach blossom eyes, he seemed both confused and sober, a clear hint of sarcasm curling the corners of his lips, "Go home? Which home? That home? I'm not going back..."
"Okay, we won't go back there, we'll go to my home, alright?" Mia Foster cajoled with her good temper. Felix Shaw may look flamboyant and unbridled, but sometimes he was like a child who had yet to grow up, and quite childishly so.
"To your home?" Felix echoed, his eyes bloodshot and looking bewildered. Hearing Mia agree with a "yes," he nodded and turned back to look ahead, the confusion in his eyes turning grim,"Fine, as long as it's not that home, anywhere is okay."
For a moment, Mia felt he was sober.
