*Knock Knock*
Angele walked through the garden and knocked on the brown wooden door. The surface of the door was rough and cold.
*Crank*
The door opened. Vivian, who was wearing a white silk dress, checked the surroundings and asked Angele to enter the house.
Angele followed Vivian to the living room. He could hear the fire burning in the fireplace. The flames were dancing and brought warmth to the room.
He took off the black coat and hung it on the hanger.
He loosened the collar and spoke in a low voice, "Did you notice that?"
Vivian nodded and poured some flower tea into the cups on the table. The orange liquid in the cups was nice and warm.
"The church finally came… I wanted to spend the rest of my life here if I could…" She looked a bit depressed as she grabbed the wooden cup. The steam from the tea surrounded her face.
Angele put his hand on the back of Vivian's hand.
