Despite her joy at finding the plum tree alive, Rose's mood had once again dipped by the time they returned to the penthouse. She had been silent during the drive back, her mind a million miles away. Now she was walking around the penthouse, stopping from time to time. Raising her hand palm up, eyes closed as she tilted her head up.
"What are you doing," Nate finally asked after a few minutes of witnessing the same strange event over and over. He was sprawled on the couch, having intended to get some work done after his shower, but he was finding whatever she was doing to be more interesting.
"I am looking for the perfect spot," She answered, standing by the floor to ceiling windows. Brow furrowing, she shuffled back a few steps.
