Outside the window, the busy streets and towering buildings intersecting with streaks of light fell faintly into the room, between the two people.
A short distance away, subtle breaths were unconsciously exchanged, their eyes locked for a long time, as if something were on the verge of bursting forth.
But accompanied by a breeze sweeping over the window lattice, the muffled rumble of thunder echoed in their ears.
Jolting them awake.
Yvonne Finley, her eyes just recently clouded, suddenly became clear, both of them slowly and subtly retreated, halting the intimate atmosphere that was almost out of control.
