Roy Yarn cradled the coffee cup from the table in his hand; it was just the right temperature to sip, yet it felt ice-cold in his heart.
Perhaps it had been too long since he had spent time alone with Hannah like this, face-to-face. The most vivid memory he had was of her standing on stage, the center of everyone's attention.
Now that she was really sitting in front of him, his heart started to feel tense, "About what just happened... I'm sorry."
Hannah took off her face mask, crossed her slender legs, and her posture relaxed significantly, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "It's not your fault at all, so why apologize?"
Her eyes sparkled like the glittering waters of a lake.
Dazzling to the sight, chaotic to the heart.
Roy shifted his gaze away and lowered his head, his voice filled with regret, "If I had been able to firmly refuse her earlier, she wouldn't have kept clinging to me."
