The next day.
Flossie Wright, who had been up til midnight, surprisingly woke up at six o'clock on the dot.
When she opened her eyes, the man beside her had already gotten up and was standing by the bed putting on his coat.
Ordinary combat uniforms required quite many pieces of equipment, but on Glenn Hutchinson, his tall figure still looked elegant. As her gaze slightly moved up, Flossie noticed the hat on his head.
"Where's that blue hat?" Flossie raised an eyebrow.
She was referring to the blue beret.
"Ugly." Glenn Hutchinson slightly furrowed his brow.
Flossie touched her nose, changed the topic, and continued, "I'm going to see Ice."
As he paused while fastening the last button, Glenn Hutchinson slightly lowered his eyelids, a tinge of worry visible in his eyes, "I'll find someone to accompany you."
"No need."
An outright rejection, leaving no room for negotiation.
Going out with an escort? How embarrassing.
