The sky was gradually darkening and the late evening wind was blowing wildly.
With the car window open, the cool wind rushed in, running through the hair that cascaded by her ear.
Flossie Wright leaned against the car door, watching the passing scenery outside.
Meanwhile, Perry Reed, sitting next to her, was silently watching her, imprinting the silhouette veiled in the darkness into his eyes.
In the silent car, the sudden humming vibration of a cellphone caught everyone's attention.
Flossie retrieved her phone from her jacket pocket and glanced at the screen unconsciously, only to pause in surprise.
Remark: Glenn Hutchinson.
She frowned slightly, a sense of confusion passing through her. She seemed to have never exchanged cell phone numbers with Glenn Hutchinson.
