Xavier had placed a chaste kiss on the side of her lips before they finally parted. She narrowed her eyes and the deliberate teasing he did but nevertheless followed him out of the room.
Uncle was already there waiting next to the car and talking to Xavier's father. At the sight of them walking out, they nodded before shaking hands and concluding whatever they were talking about.
Turning her head back, Adaline watched as the father and son duo grew smaller as a car moved away. She sighed before taking one last look at his face and turning to the front.
"Anything you want to talk about, kid?"
"No," she told her uncle softly and scooted closer to her uncle. Just like she had done it a thousand times before, Adaline rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
Korr Quill was the closest to what she had as a father figure in her life and she could not be more grateful.
