"Oh! Our takeouts are here! They're fast."
Conrad exclaimed after checking his phone, seeing the notification of the lunch delivery. His cry broke the eye contact between Lariette and Ruediger. They looked at the sound engineer.
"How about having lunch in the backyard?" Conrad suggested. He took off the headphones from his head, then put them on the console, "The weather's nice."
"Sounds good," Ruediger quickly agreed. He glanced at Lariette with a smile tugging on his lips, "What do you say, Lettie?"
"Ah? I'm good."
Lariette nodded, her eyes still having traces of haziness. As Ruediger and Conrad resumed talking, her gaze drifted to her hand which was still held by him. Pursing her lips, she sensed the heat emanating from her cheeks.
Somehow, his touch seemed to tickle her heart more than usual.
Lariette lowered her chin. She didn't attempt to take her hand out of Ruediger's. A wish to have this moment stayed longer bloomed in her heart.
