Unexpectedly, our conversation with Richard took a slightly different turn than I had anticipated. A breeze from the lake gently rustled the leaves of the trees along the shore, and I felt my heart skip a beat, as if sensing something unexpected.
No, I was indeed somewhat taken aback. Why did he bring this up now? What other "connection" was he referring to?
For a moment, I frowned, slightly puzzled. It all sounded too ambiguous, especially given the circumstances. We had only met recently, and since then, it seemed unlikely that anything more than formal communication had developed between us.
I glanced at Richard, but he looked completely calm, as if he hadn't noticed my confusion. His golden eyes, illuminated by the sun's glare, seemed too serious for any of this to be considered a joke.
My thoughts were racing like a boat on the waves, and I didn't know what to say next.
