"Yeah! If nothing's up, come to my room after dinner for a chat!"
Mollie Willy thought about it and nodded, "Sure!"
Seeing the two of them chatting happily, Mark Reed felt a bit down. He still had plans for the evening, but it looked like they'd have to be postponed; they couldn't possibly chat until midnight!
After eating, they went upstairs. Mark Reed was about to speak at Valentine Teller's door when she just shut it.
He knocked on the door and called out through it, "I'm going back to my room."
Valentine Teller pursed her lips; going back to his room was fine, why did he have to tell her?
Meanwhile, Mollie Willy covered her mouth and laughed; these two were really amusing.
"Not letting him come in for a bit?"
She always felt there was something odd about the two of them.
The mark on Valentine Teller's neck was undoubtedly left by Mark Reed, yet they weren't sleeping in the same room. Were they having a spat?
