"Vincent, what are you doing here? When did you arrive? Why didn't you call me?"
April's questions came in a rush, as she stood face-to-face with Vincent, who was still silent, with his unreadable expression. April could not take her eyes off him, not just because of his expression, but also on how handsome Vincent looked, under the evening stars. He seemed to be a mirage still, like a character in a dream sequence, where you meet your Prince charming.
"Wait... aren't you going to say anything?"
April blurted out, as she realized that Vincent was still silent, and was not even moving closer to even embrace her. Was he really upset?
"Vincent?"
April added, sounding a little annoyed by now. Did he come here to quarrel with her?
