"Bobby, why are you outside? How long have you been waiting out here?" Enna Clark was concerned that it was cold outside at night, and he could easily catch a cold by running out.
In Bobby's ears, her words twisted, as if to imply he was a redundant disturbance. His cool little face grew even more unfriendly as he shot Enna a 'you're having an affair' look, then wedged himself between the two adults, forcibly separating them.
The next second, he smelled the scent of alcohol on Enna Clark, and his little brows immediately furrowed, "Enna Clark, have you been drinking?"
His expression was as if his eyebrows were about to stand on end.
"Only a little bit."
"Liar!" How could such a strong alcohol smell come from just a little bit?