Σ ☁ —; It was obvious that the man was mildly inebriated…Well maybe more than that. Jon should’ve known that going to the bar with his older siblings would end with a bad night, and now here he was, on the bus, holding some stranger in his arms. “Anya…” He murmured his sister’s name. “When did you change your shampoo?”
To sit politely or give a reaction? Nanfeng wasn’t sure, but she decided that working overtime was a curse and was something she would not do again. After a brief moment of thought, she opted to give a reaction–sitting politely just wasn’t her thing. Furrowing her brows, she raised her hands to shove against his chest. ❝Dude, let go–I’m not Anya or whatever.❞