Ever since Flossie Wright showed up, Glenn Hutchinson was aware of her arrival. But it wasn't until she walked up to him, did he lift his eyelids to take a look at her. His expression showed no difference from usual, cold and calm, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.
But there seemed to be something different.
With a wave of his hand towards the grassland beside him, Glenn Hutchinson ordered in a low but forceful voice, "Sit."
There was a moment of hesitation, yet she refrained from asking questions or rejecting his offer. Flossie knew he had something to say, and perhaps the meal was merely a cover. So she complied and sat down.
The evening breeze swept through, rustling the withered grass leaves by her side.
Flossie began to feel a bit cold.
"Here."
As if knowing what she was feeling, a jacket was offered to her.
She squinted and noticed that Glenn Hutchinson was in his uniform, which he only wore the shirt inside since the very beginning.
