She chose a spot very close to the window, so close that she could clearly see the withered leaves floating on the ground.
Outside, raindrops pelted the ground and the cars. Pedestrians were rushing by swiftly.
Some people, without umbrellas, were incessantly running in the rain, while others were taking shelter in the doorways of shops on the roadside.
The crowd in the seafood restaurant gradually dispersed, making it increasingly desolate.
With a loud "rumble", thunder roared in the sky.
Jasmine Yale hurriedly put down her cup and covered her ears.
She was afraid of thunder.
Her heart skipped a beat, throwing her off rhythm.
Long, long ago, the rolling thunder would give her an excuse to scamper into Sylvan Cheney's room.
Initially, it was out of genuine fear, but after a short while in Sylvan Cheney's room, she would no longer be afraid.
Even when the fear faded, she didn't want to leave.
