“Jack has been on my neck lately seeking my consent.” I poured

“Your neck? What for? Does he want to strangle you or what?” She let out.

“That is not what I meant.” I cut in.

“Please, Sofia. Make me understand. And I would like you to just go straight to the main point.” She poured. With a surprising look. “You also talked about consent. What consent is he seeking from you?” She asked curiously. I have known her for her curiosity, but not today.

“Lizzy, remember, I ...