Ophelia turned her head, and her face brightened as soon as her eyes caught sight of familiar black-jet hair and those cold blue eyes that softened once they laid on her.
"Leonard," she whispered, feeling a rush of warmth in her chest at the sight of him.
Leonard smiled, his gaze never leaving hers as he took a step closer.
Ophelia wanted to be crushed into his embrace, but because of the place they were in, she couldn't do that.
"I miss you," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Leonard's smile widened, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face.
"I miss you too," he replied, his eyes filled with longing.
Leonard glanced around to ensure they had a moment of privacy, then leaned in close to Ophelia, his voice a gentle murmur.
"Would you like to get some fresh air? I know a place where we won't be disturbed."
Ophelia's eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "I would love that."
