The sunlight sharply outlined Hannah's features, making them particularly distinct.
Hayes glanced at her, then closed his eyes, yet the piercing sunlight made the image in his mind equally vivid.
"Getting prettier, then giving the cold shoulder—Icy and heartless woman."
He muttered under his breath, the tone full of wistfulness.
"Hayes, if you don't get up, we're leaving without you."
Hayes opened his eyes to find that Hannah and Roy had already left the grassy field at some point.
He hurriedly got to his feet and rushed over to Hannah's side. "Couldn't you have woken me up earlier?"
She smiled, "You seemed to be sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you."
Hayes huffed.
The trio's silhouettes grew distant as they walked, with Hayes never quiet along the way.
First, he held the gifts from the fans to Hannah with a face full of envy, then he chatted up Roy about Louis Snyder as if they were old friends.
