"Why do you always dislike opening the curtains when you're at home? Are you a vampire afraid of sunlight?"
"Oh... almost forgot, you can't talk right now."
The girl with the thermometer in her mouth gave Sam, who was pacing in front of her, an annoyed glare.
Her cheeks were flushed, though it was unclear whether it was due to the feverish, abnormal coloration of illness or from embarrassment.
Sam walked over to the window and flung the curtains wide open.
The orange glow of the setting sun flooded in.
When Sophie's gaze instinctively fell on the window and she saw Sam, that orange light seemed to cascade entirely over the youth.
People who have never been to the sea don't know the scent of the sea breeze, can't understand the tumultuous rush of the waves.
