Summer Ford snapped back to reality, didn't pay further attention, and prepared to continue flipping through the materials when a commotion suddenly came from outside the door.
"Oh, Mr Fairchild!"
"Are you here to see our Summer? She's right inside!"
"Mr Fairchild is truly punctual every day."
Casual conversation, just like chatting between acquaintances.
As Summer Ford turned her head, she happened to see Snor Fairchild walking in.
"You're here!" Summer Ford put down the document she was holding and greeted him.
Snor Fairchild leisurely walked to her side and first glanced at the bouquet on her desk, his lips slightly curving, "Do you like it?"
Summer Ford avoided his question, responding cleverly, "It's very beautiful."
"When are you free today?" Snor Fairchild propped his arm on her desk, talking to her lazily while discreetly eyeing her.
His actions were very casual, clearly very familiar with the place.
