Amadeus Yancey had attended before, and he had thought he would attend this time as well.
Who knew that the dashing man would stand up, casually pick up his laptop, his short hair falling haphazardly before his eyes, seemingly with fine specks of light within his pupils, and speak in a husky voice, "Nathalie has an exam tomorrow, no time!"
"..."
Alfred Garland internally dissed, Ms. Quinlan's exam has nothing to do with you.
However, he understood Amadeus's thoughts; Ms. Quinlan was what mattered most!
So he nodded, showing he understood, "If Ms. Zachmann has invited you, I'll directly decline it on your behalf."
"Mhm." Amadeus Yancey lazily acknowledged, seeming to approve of his statement.
Alfred had a clear idea and looked up at him, "Ms. Quinlan isn't at home, so, Amadeus, are you going to... stay at home all day waiting for Ms. Quinlan to return?"