“What precisely are your intentions towards her?” he asked.
The guy grinned and took his hands out of his pockets. “Totally dishonourable.”
“Tch!” He turned to the woman. “You?”
She shrugged with calculated indifference. “Pretty much the same, I guess.”
She smiled and pulled a hair off the man’s suit. “Son, I don’t want another husband. If I want to have a lover, I shall. As you were fond of saying, ‘get over it’.”