It was twilight, and the splendid evening glow shone on the cobblestone path in the garden, reflecting colorful lights, blending into the fresh green of early spring, and embellishing the air with a refreshing and wonderful color.
Purple Summers's heart, however, was heavy.
She quietly followed behind Nathaniel Summers, all the while thinking, how was she going to reveal everything to him? How much did he know? What did he want to do?
They arrived at the garage, a place that was usually deserted and quiet, secluded, and suitable for conversation.
"Speak," Purple Summers said indifferently, "what is it that you want to discuss with me?"
Nathaniel Summers, however, opened the car door and said to Purple Summers, "Get in."
Purple Summers frowned.
She didn't want to go out with Nathaniel Summers. To be precise, she wanted to keep her distance from him. Once in the car, it implied that he had control and could take her anywhere, which made Purple Summers apprehensive.