Purple Summers was taken aback by his question.
"I went out to dine with classmates," Purple Summers said, puzzled. "I've told mom over the phone."
Alexander Summers took her hand and made her sit beside him. "Did you meet anyone?"
Purple was peeling a tangerine, shaking her head. "No."
"Really? No one at all?" Alexander's gaze was intense as he looked at her face.
His serious expression seemed as though he was inquiring about something very important, which made Purple feel perplexed. She carefully reflected on the day – going to school, getting out of school, then dining out… Indeed, she hadn't met anyone.
"No..." Purple couldn't figure out the reason. "At dinner, it was just the four of us."
Alexander studied Purple carefully, and after a moment, suddenly smiled tenderly, caressing her head. "I was just asking casually."
