The young man was exceedingly handsome. He held several couplets in one hand and carried a bowl of freshly prepared glue in the other.
"You don't remember me? I'm Gregory Walker." The young man from the Walker Family felt his heartbeat quicken. Growing up, he had always known the granddaughter of the elderly woman across the street, Delphine, was pretty, but now that they were older, he realized her beauty was something far beyond that. The young woman was dressed in the simplest, most frugal pale-colored sweater, her features delicate, her lips a soft hue, and her eyes carried a hint of understated aloofness. Although they had grown up together, Gregory couldn't help but feel as though they belonged in two completely different worlds.
Wasn't he the mischievous boy who used to sit on the wall and throw green fruit at her?
