Ruby Gregory froze for a moment.
They hadn't seen each other for two months in the same city, and yet, just after she dreamed of him last night, she saw him today?
Steve Burton stared at Ruby for about two seconds, then turned his head, pushed open the car door, got out with a black umbrella in his hand, and walked towards Ruby. His clean, bright leather shoes occasionally stepped on small puddles, splashing countless droplets of water.
As Steve approached Ruby with the umbrella, a beautifully poetic line from a song came to his mind: The most beautiful thing is not a rainy day, but hiding under eaves together with you.
The air in Ciawell was dirty, with rain turning into mud. He had a slight aversion to uncleanliness and disliked rainy days like this. But at this moment, he found such a day somehow cute and touching.
Perhaps it was due to their encounter.
Standing in front of Ruby, Steve spoke up, "What are you doing here?"
