After Sam gave his order, we went to our separate ways. Still, his words remained in my head.
What did he mean by that? I wondered internally. I didn't want to hop into a conclusion, afraid I'd get the wrong idea. Sam had his own dictionary, after all.
"What are you thinking?" Sam snapped me back from my trance.
I blinked, shaking my head. He then slipped his hands through the gaps between my fingers and squeezed it lightly.
His action made me bite my lower lip. Walking while holding hands, without a care of anyone around us... it felt good.
"Nothing, my lord." I shook my head and offered him a smile.
Sam clicked his tongue, but said nothing. As we walk, I looked around. Everyone was smiling, as if there was no problem in the town.
It made me want to believe the restlessness in my heart was just because I'm over-thinking. Maybe I was. Just then a pleasant aroma wafted my nose.
