Standing there, she watched the vibrant young men and women coming and going.
Her long hair hung loose. She pulled the hood of her jacket over her head, put on the sunglasses from her pocket, and walked inside with her hands stuffed in her pockets.
The campus had a lake surrounded by willow trees. The weeping willows swayed gracefully in the breeze. Benches sat beneath the trees, where couples would briefly sit after class to talk and laugh. At their age, in their early twenties, it all seemed perfectly natural.
She found an empty bench and sat down.
She glanced over at another bench not far away, where a young couple was kissing passionately, oblivious to the world around them. 'I've never experienced anything like that.'
Turning her head back, Zoe Ellsworth suddenly saw a familiar-looking young man.
Miles Coleman.
The young man from Temptation, the one she'd paid to talk to her.
She hadn't seen him since.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.
