"He'll be here any second."
Quentin Grant had just spoken when Herman Hawthorne walked in, closing the door behind him.
"It's been a few days, Ellsworth. Did you miss me?"
Ethan Ellsworth rolled his eyes. "Do you have to keep revealing your... tendencies? I'm straight. Don't even think about trying to turn me."
Herman Hawthorne sat on the other empty sofa and snorted, "Like hell! You think I'm interested in you?"
"Stop joking around. Can't you see Young Master Grant is in a bad mood?"
Herman Hawthorne looked at him. "What's wrong? You look so miserable. You called me today and said you got engaged. Isn't that a good thing? Or are you feeling like you're losing your bachelorhood too quickly and want to escape this sea of misery while you still can?"
"An engagement is a good thing, but it depends on who you're engaged to."
Herman Hawthorne frowned. "What do you mean?"
Quentin Grant spoke up. "Nora broke up with me."
