The last thing it offered was a sense of comfort, as if being bathed in a spring breeze.
In the quiet and cozy cafe, the second hand of the clock ticked away, and fine rain began to fall outside the window, glistening in the sunlight, dense as golden needles.
The sheer curtains obscured most of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with sunlight softly shining through onto the delicate and pretty face, her eyes reflecting the glittering light.
Suddenly, Jackie Qualls remembered Hannah's appearance on stage, the enthusiastic cries of the fans still ringing in his ears, and a sense of nervousness unexpectedly surged in his heart.
Perhaps it had been too long since he'd seen her from such a close distance.
He longed to see her, every single day, but he dared not.
So sometimes, he envied Louis Snyder's bravery, that impulsive and passionate quality unique to youth, pursuing the moment without regard for the consequences.
Regrettably, he couldn't do it.
He had too many concerns.
