“Five Batton, I’m impressed with what you just did there,” Xyla Quest said.

“Were you?” Stanley Batton took a long puff at his cigarette before turning around and looking up at the starry sky as he blew smoke rings out of his mouth.

The smoke rings came out of his mouth and quickly disappeared into the night.

“Yes. How were you cruel enough to allow her fall to the ground?” Xyla asked before bursting into laughter.

“Because I hated her,” he said.

“Were you able to tell that she did it on purpose?” She asked.

“Do you take me for a fool?” He asked blandly with the same expression on his face.

“Many men aren’t able to tell the difference,” Xyla said.

Stanley remained silent as he continued to smoke.

“Why are you out here too?” He asked after a while.

“To get you to come inside for dinner,” Xyla said.

Stanley stubbed the cigarette out before swiftly tossing it into a trash can nearby.

After that, he offered his bent arm to Xyla.

Xyla immediately caught the hint and wrapped her