As he walked down the street, he wasn't sure if it was because he was too nervous, but he thought he heard his cousin's and Trenton Smith's voices.
But why would they appear in this kind of alley? It must have been his heart, anxious to leap out of his chest, that caused these auditory hallucinations.
Norris Moore walked ahead with her hands behind her back. The night was lovely, the breeze gentle. Despite being in a foreign land, she felt very comfortable.
After a few steps, seeing that Frank hadn't caught up, she turned her head and asked curiously, "Frank, what's wrong?"
Frank looked at her, standing gracefully under the moonlight, with a gentle breeze around her. Her white ankle-length dress gently undulated in waves around her slender ankles. Frank felt his heartbeat surge with the fluttering of her dress, as though it was about to burst from his throat.
At twenty-two, Frank was experiencing the first throes of love, and he was particularly nervous.
