"This is your … third time in here, am I wrong?" Yale asked, hands behind her back as we walked through the white, ivory pathway that was like a bridge with waterfalls all around it and plants blooming all around it.
It truly is a pretty place. I thought, hearing the flow of the water and the sound of the breeze, that I did not understand where it came from even though it's already been my third time here. I do not understand the mechanics of this place and I, until now, I do not care much about it either.
It is not anything important so best not to dwell on it for too long.
"Yeah, this is my third time," I said, looking at the waterfalls as we continued to walk through the bridge. "But this place never fails to impress me."
"I think it is alright," Yale said shrugging as we passed the waterfalls and enter into a room with a wall full of glass. "I have been to better places."
