At first, Norris thought the wind had closed the door.
It was not until she smelled that familiar faint scent of smoke.
Her back gradually stiffened, and her fingers withdrew from the glass. Moments later, she turned and looked at the doorway.
Trenton Smith was standing not far away. His face was as calm as ever in the thin haze of smoke. His deep, dark eyes penetrated the mist, staring intently at her face. The profound silence sent a chill down her spine, starting from her fingertips and traveling deep into her heart.
He had come back for her after all.
Norris' face grew slightly pale, but she managed a sweet, innocent smile, "Mr. Smith, it's been a while."
"..." Trenton extinguished his cigarette, got up, and walked over to her.
His tall shadow enveloped her, and Norris stood straight, facing him, neither hiding nor avoiding, until he grabbed her chin, and his face drew near. Only then did she withdraw her smile and changed her expression as she retreated.
