Iris’s eyes widened in response. “Didn’t you invite me over to your place when you asked the first time? Why are you changing your question now? That’s so insincere of you…”
She drooped her head with her hand still over her forehead. She decided that she was going to ignore Quentin.
Quentin chuckled looking at the back of her rounded head. He reached over to mess up her hair.
“How am I insincere?” he asked. “It’s too late for you to go home now, so come back with me to my place instead. Cocoa is waiting for you.”
Cocoa? Cocoa!
Iris’s dispirited heart was revived once again at the memory of that Ragdoll cat. Her eyes snapped up with joy but her expression fell instantly at the thought of something else.
“I think Cocoa doesn’t like me. It won’t let me touch its head.”
“It’s probably because you pet it too often,” Quentin said while combing her hair. “Perhaps it’s afraid of going bald.”
Iris swatted his hand away in anger. “Then you should stop touching my head too. I’m afraid of