Trenton Smith closed the menu and wrapped his arm around Norris Moore's shoulder, making her lean more comfortably against him.
"Tired?" he asked.
Norris Moore bowed her head and played with one of his hands, twiddling his fingers: "Not really. Since you're now a jobless wanderer, I have to take on the responsibility of providing for the family. You'll stay at home looking pretty, and I'll make the money outside."
Trenton Smith laughed lightly, his fingers closing gently around her slender, pale fingers in his palm.
"Let me know when you go to shoot," he said softly, his tone gentle but his eyes slightly melancholic, "I'll come with you."
"Ah…." Norris Moore leaned on his shoulder and shook her head, "Really, it's not necessary, if we follow each other around every day, the media will find it strange, won't they?"
Trenton Smith calmly said, "Let them find it strange; we live our own lives. If there really is a problem, I'll take care of it."
