At that moment, Anton Cook's phone call came in, asking her where she was.
Aubree Groove told him her address, and Anton Cook quickly came running over.
His appearance was a bit disheveled, but thankfully, with his wealth of experience, he managed to get out of the situation with ease.
Upon giving Aubree Groove a once-over and seeing she was unharmed, Anton Cook breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, Aubree Groove raised her hand in his direction, causing Anton Cook to freeze, not daring to make a move.
Aubree Groove tiptoed, plucked a wilted yellow leaf from his hair, and said with a smile, "Looks like your escape was quite a mess."
Anton Cook's eyes sparkled and danced, his face beautifully scattered with the sunlight. He looked as if he had stars leaping in his eyes.
"Playing the hero saving the damsel in distress, what an honor."
The autumn breeze was cool, perfectly temperate.