In the bedroom, Christopher Robinson reached out and grasped Amelia Cobb's palm.
The latter instinctively wanted to squat down to deal with the debris on the ground.
The man held her joints and helped her up: "I got it."
Amelia looked down as the man used a tissue to wrap the broken pieces and throw them into the trash.
"Go wash your hands," Amelia led him to the bathroom.
Standing at the sink, Christopher washed his hands, and Amelia handed him some paper towels for him to dry his hands.
"Thank you," Christopher expressed his gratitude, slowly wiping his hands with the paper towels handed by Amelia.
"Just came back from Orchard Garden."
"I heard that you hosted guests at Orchard Garden today."
Amelia had heard about this news in the morning, Christopher's garden had hosted guests for the first time, and it had captured attention from outsiders.
