"I can still drink!"
"Where are you? Caleb Sterling?! Where did you go?!"
"Hmm, this wine isn't as bad as I thought~~~"
"Yay, another glass!"
"Cheers!"
...
Caleb Sterling: "..."
Sierra Summers, waving her hands and never stopping her mouth from opening and closing, clung to Caleb Sterling, looking for Caleb Sterling.
Not finding Caleb Sterling, Sierra Summers got anxious.
How could she drink to the point where the man disappears?!
Sierra Summers squirmed on Caleb Sterling's lap, her tone getting more urgent, and although she was hiccuping from the alcohol, speaking in fits and starts, if you didn't listen carefully, you might not even understand her.
No wonder Sierra Summers' voice was already sweet and soft. Once drunk, her speech became sticky and slurred.
She had been searching for a while, even though every time Sierra Summers called Caleb Sterling, Caleb Sterling would respond.
But Sierra Summers acted as if she hadn't heard anything.
