The call was suddenly cut off, and she frantically searched everywhere for his figure.
"Oliver Johnson, I want to see you; come out!"
"Do you think you can hide from me forever? Stop being a coward!"
No matter how much she shouted or searched, from beginning to end, he would never appear.
She collapsed to the ground, not knowing if even the heavens pitied her, as white, crystal-clear flakes began to drift down from the sky.
She looked up and saw that it was snowing.
The first snowfall of the year.
Feathery snowflakes landed on her shoulders, piling up thicker and thicker.
Everywhere turned into a vast expanse of white, and her footsteps alternated between deep and shallow as she walked forward.
She pushed open the café door, finding scarcely anyone inside, except the man sitting there, waiting for her to hand over the item.
She placed the USB on the table; the man said nothing, picking it up and heading out.
