"How old is this photo?" He casually asked, raising the frame in his hand.
"Twelve." Summer Ford answered absentmindedly.
"I'll take it." Without waiting for her consent, Ethan Laurent opened the frame, took out the photo, and placed it directly into his wallet.
The action left Summer a bit surprised; she paused but didn't refuse.
The photo wasn't particularly special. As she thought to herself, if he wants it, he can have it. She had plenty of that kind.
"Since you're not going back, why not join me for some grocery shopping?" She glanced at him and suggested.
"Sure." Ethan lazily replied, setting aside the magazine he was holding and followed her to the door.
Summer's place was where she lived alone, and it was pitifully sparse.
Basically, it only had the essentials—bed, refrigerator, dishes, that sort of thing.
Compared to Ethan's luxurious villa, her place was like a slum—a tight squeeze even for just one person.
