The nun smiled thoughtfully. "You must be Mr. Stewart's girlfriend." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough for the two to hear.
'Girlfriend? What?' Cynthia waved her hands in a flurry. "You've misunderstood. We're not in a relationship." Wayne was known for being a playboy. Changing girlfriends daily was nothing new, so it was understandable that the nun might have mistaken her for a girlfriend.
The more Cynthia explained, the more flustered she became. Meanwhile, Wayne kept his hands tucked in his pockets, merely watching with an indifferent expression.
From the nun's perspective, Cynthia was just shy about admitting her relationship and was trying desperately to cover it up.
"Ms. Johnson, Mr. Stewart, since you're both here, why don't you take a picture together? I'm sure
