At the tea house,
Noor, who had just decided to focus on her work to avoid disappointing her father, gasped when a cup of steaming tea appeared in front of her.
She hadn't ordered yet. She had thought to order when she started working so her eyes focused on the hand and identified the owner. She uttered as she looked up, "Young Master Morgan!?"
Arsh sipped his coffee, facing the river. He moved when Noor took the cup from his hand. Sitting on the bench at the other end, he casually placed his left hand on the arm as he took another sip of his coffee.
Noor held the cup in her hands watching Arsh. "How did you know I will be here?" Then she thought he might have guessed and he has watched her for many years that, probably he knows her better than her. She pursed her lips and looked at the flowing river.
