Just the thought of soon seeing Keane Lowell made her heart race uncontrollably.
They had been apart for less than a week...
Did he miss her like she missed him?
...
About an hour later, she got out of the car by the roadside.
The Kystral flavors in the pavilion were right in front of her, brightly lit, yet surprisingly quiet. Despite living in Kystral for so many years, it was the first time she knew of such a tranquil bustling place.
Claire Prescott found Keane Lowell's number, wanting to call him, but then remembered he just mentioned he had something going on...
Would it be inappropriate to call him abruptly and interfere with his meeting?
She hesitated for a moment, eventually putting her phone down slowly, her heartbeat gradually calming down.
It was then that she saw a figure that resembled him.
The dim, misty light from the restaurant cast on his figure, tall and straight, the white shirt fitting his broad, firm shoulders smoothly, cool yet composed.
