"What are you doing?" asked Emma, almost laughing. She found it funny to see Haoran standing in front of her with his hand about to knock but the door had been opened, so his hand flew in the air.
"I was about to knock on the door, but you already opened it. It must be fate," voiced Haoran in a happy tone. "Are you feeling better?"
Emma nodded. "I'm fine. You're very thoughtful for sending food to my room."
"That's nothing," Haoran said. He waited for Emma to close the door then walked with her to the elevator. When they arrived in the lobby, Haoran asked if Emma would prefer to take a taxi or walk while enjoying the atmosphere of Paris in the summer. "The weather is perfect."
"Let's just walk," Emma nodded. Haoran liked Emma's choice because his face immediately beamed. He really liked the girl, and walking together in the city of love with such fine weather was a delightful thing.
