"Mm." Norris Moore fiddled with the room card in her hand and asked, "Have I seen that person?"
Someone who really likes her? They must know her, right?
She felt the turbulent emotions in her heart slowly settling down, and the roaring sound in her ears became quiet. She could hear the rain outside, falling incessantly with a patter, making her blood seem to flow slowly along with it. There was a unique tranquility and chill in the autumn night.
Trenton Smith spoke slowly: "Rufus Swallow, do you remember him?"
Norris Moore was slightly stunned again.
After a long time, she lowered her head and murmured, "But I'm kind of scared of him. Can we pick someone else?"
Her voice was low, as if she was negotiating with him.
"It's not that I pity myself," she said with a bitter smile, "but I'm really afraid of him."
Trenton Smith felt his usually impervious heart contract violently at her words. He closed his eyes slightly, and said solemnly, "I told you, you don't have to go."
