He held an umbrella in one hand and had the other in the pocket of his slacks, his cold demeanor becoming even colder in the rain, like covered by a thin layer of frost.
At the moment she appeared at the corner, he spotted her, his gaze following her steps slowly.
He stood under the tree, she stood under the eaves, the distance between them not far.
Wind lifted the nighttime mist, floating and swirling, enveloping between them.
Beyond the mist, Jasmine Yale couldn't quite see Sylvan Cheney's expression, only knew he held an umbrella, his face showing little emotion.
The rain outside was heavy, accumulating water on the ground.
Jasmine stood under the eaves, even though she had her umbrella open, she didn't want to move forward, afraid her little leather shoes would get dirty.
Or perhaps, he wasn't worth her moving forward.
She stood there silently, looking straight ahead at him.
While she watched him, he watched her too, the same gaze from the night.
