"Absolutely."
Amidst idle chit-chat, Sherilyn phased out the surrounding noise, focusing on her meal with dedication.
"Excuse me, may I sit here?"
She glanced up to find the young driver who had brought them here asking for the seat beside her.
"Of course," Sherilyn responded with a smile.
After all, the dinner was funded by the production team; seats were up for grabs by anyone.
"Thanks," the driver said shyly, taking his seat. "It's quite empty over here."
"Indeed."
Most folks preferred to hover around the director and producers, especially since today Gilbert had also made an appearance.
Karol frowned and pouted at Sherilyn, "You could've sat by Mr. Marshall, but no, you chose here!"
"Isn't it nice here?"
Sherilyn offered her a smile, serving her some food, "It's quiet, and no one's fighting over the dishes. What's not to love?"
"You," Karol sighed, as if lamenting Sherilyn's naivety, "never learn."
"Ahem."
The driver coughed lightly, nervously catching Sherilyn's attention.
"Sherilyn?"
"Yes?" She turned, puzzled, "What's up?"
"It's just..." The driver fidgeted, growing more anxious.
"What's wrong?"
...
Over at Caleb's table, Gilbert's gaze hadn't strayed from Sherilyn since the driver took his seat beside her.
Observing their interaction, Gilbert couldn't stay put any longer, setting down his glass, "Excuse me, Mr. Marshall."
He stood up abruptly.
"Where are you off to, Gilbert?" Caroline tried to stop him but failed, watching him head towards the secluded table.
Biting her lip in frustration, Caroline followed.
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