Chapter 23 Am I Seeing Things?

• Susan ladled a bowl of chicken soup and placed it on the table. Even though she had told Eric multiple times not to come with her, he still came into her house. Now, he was smoking right beside the table like he owned the place. It was already 10.00PM, yet he didn't seem like he was about to leave soon. "We're going for high tea at 3.00PM tomorrow. Come if you're not scared. We can run if things go south."
• Eric took a sip of the chicken soup. "Can you protect me? I've never gotten into any fights. I'm a docile guy."
• What? She stared at him for a while. You can't be serious, right? You're tall and have muscle, too. You can't possibly be that weak, can you? She snatched the spoon from him and started coming up with a plan. "If a fight does break out, just run. I'll stop him. He won't hurt me."