Speaking of this point, if Lucy Ansley were to refuse again, it would seem inconsiderate.
She noted down Dave's number and, after a brief remark, focused once more on working with the clay at the wheel.
Seeing her unwillingness to chat further, Dave tactfully didn't disturb her any longer.
Once the class was over, he left the pottery room first.
Just stepping out of the gate, Dave excitedly sent a voice message in the dorm group chat.
Just flip my name: "Guys, today I met a super beautiful lady in the pottery room, see, this is what you miss out on by not joining me to cultivate your artistic spirit."
Son #1: "You clearly have a terrible taste in beauty."
Son #2: "I don't believe it."
Son #3: "Show us a picture, or you're just full of it."
With his backpack on, Dave pondered for three seconds, then sneaked back into the pottery room to secretly take a picture of Lucy Ansley focused on her pottery work.
Just flip my name: [Photo] "Tell me, is she pretty or not?"
