Hannah and Hayes Edwards didn't head inside the shop but simply bought two cold drinks and sat in a deserted spot to rest.
The photographers nearby were all busy eating lunch, so naturally, nobody paid any attention to this corner.
During work, Hayes wasn't too fussy about food and just casually stuffed a couple of bites of bread in his mouth.
The park was quiet, and occasionally, the sound of birds chirping could be heard.
He turned his head to look at Hannah's profile.
She was holding her bread and nibbling on it, quiet and looking demure and innocent when she wasn't speaking.
Hayes's gaze was captivated by Hannah's long, curled lashes until he met her eyes that were tinted with mirth, and he snapped back to reality.
He cleared his throat twice, speaking somewhat unnaturally, "About last night..."
"Are you talking about when you were crying?" She curved her brows and eyes, her smile charming.
