She finished speaking, raised an eyebrow, then sat on the sofa in her office, swinging her leg up, and placing her foot on Ava White's beloved redwood table.
Ava White: ??
Ava White's gaze was fixed on her foot, trying hard to tolerate her, but in the end, couldn't. She said, "Eve, your shoes..."
Eve Thompson moved her shoes a bit, putting both feet together, and interrupted Ava before she could finish, "Oh, you recognize my shoes? These are the trendiest dad shoes of the year. I didn't expect someone as old as you to have such a good fashion sense!"
Old?
Ava White's mouth twitched, how did she become old?!
Suppressing the urge to curse, she spoke again, "No, I didn't mean that, I meant your foot..."
Eve moved her foot a little and continued with the same playful tone, "What? You want to see my foot? Nah, Mr. White, even if you're older, we should respect gender boundaries. If you look at my foot, should I feel responsible, or not?"