Joyce turned to look at Daisy, who was hiding nearby, and signaled her with her eyes to come over by herself. However, Daisy didn't seem to understand what she meant and waved desperately to let Joyce sit down.
Fred got up and helped her pull out a chair. He raised his hand gently and said, "After you."
The best time to escape had been missed. Joyce had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit down, covering her face with a book all the way.
"What would you like to drink?" Fred looked at her with a meaningful smile.
"Hmm, I'm good. I have something else to do. I'm leaving soon." Joyce was on pins and needles.
"Why? Are you dissatisfied with me?" Fred smiled and the corners of his mouth curled up playfully. "How do you know if you don't give me a chance?"
"Ahem, there's no need doing
