Chapter 983: autograph signing
Meanwhile, on Slater’s side...
"Slater, what are you doing?" James leaned over behind Slater’s chair, glancing nervously at the long line that had formed because Slater didn’t want any of his dates to sit directly in front of him. Now, after hours, the line was getting longer instead of Slater having a constant hour-long date with each woman Old Mrs. Pierson had arranged for him.
Slater had his eyes closed, legs crossed, arms folded. When he opened his eyes, he sighed heavily and reached for the pen.
"I’m ready," he announced, making James wince.
’Of course, you’re ready! Some of these ladies have been waiting for hours!’James mentally groaned but quickly put a smile on his face. "Let’s start!"
As soon as James announced the start of the "date," the first lady in line quickly glided to the seat across from Slater.
"Hello, Slater," she greeted shyly, fluttering her eyelashes. "How are you?"
Slater smiled. "Good," he replied, extending his hand as if expecting something from the woman.
Her brows rose slightly before she hesitantly pulled out a small album from her bag. "Is it okay to get your autograph?"
"Of course." Slater nodded, smiling at her. "Name?"