Seeing Freesia and me, he froze in place, taking a long moment before awkwardly laughing and walking over to us. "Y-You... What are you two doing here?"
The woman desperately clung to Nolan's side. "Honey, do you know these two paupers?"
"Honey?" I looked straight into Nolan's eyes and asked, "Nolan, why is she calling you 'honey'?"
Nolan tried to push the woman away, saying, "Yes, I know them. This must be a misunderstanding. Let go of me, quickly."
The woman reluctantly complied. "Even if you know them, they can't just come and snatch my precious bracelet. Do you have any idea how much this bracelet is worth?"
I stared intently at Nolan. "You'd better give me an explanation!"
Sweat beaded on Nolan's forehead as he wiped it away, stammering, "This... uh... it's not what you think."
"What do you mean 'this' and 'that'? Honey, who is this woman? Why are you explaining yourself to her?"
Suddenly, an authoritative voice echoed through the restaurant. "Who called the police?"