Walking out, Jasmine Yale's heart was not quite calm, her heart was beating very fast.
She got off the elevator, packed her backpack, and headed towards the company's back garden.
Her heart was still pounding hard. She stood under a secluded wisteria trellis, leaning against the frame wearily, closing her eyes, exhaustion evident in her eyes.
The green leaves covered her body.
Late night gradually arrived, the orange-red glow of the sunset slowly fading away.
The street lamps lit up, casting her thin silhouette long, standing solitary and alone.
She didn't know how long she stood there, didn't know if it was dark yet, she stood silently, eyes closed.
The hot wind blew against her, beads of sweat forming on the tip of her nose, but she was completely unaware.
"What are you doing standing here, idiot?" Sylvan Cheney appeared out of nowhere. He crossed the back garden, brewed a cup of Earl Grey tea, and laid it flat on the garden table.
