In early summer, on a rainy evening, the clouds felt as though they had been washed clean, pure white and flawless, with clusters of clear pink hues.
After crossing two intersections, when stopping before the third red light, Elise Don wanted to have a clear conversation with Shay Windsor.
"I went to the exhibition with a colleague today, and only she bought a ticket. If you want a refund, just give her the money, and I'll give you her contact information."
After sending the message, she tossed her phone onto the center console. Perhaps afraid of getting distracted, Elise Don reached over and flipped the phone over.
The car continued to move, and as she was nearing her building, the speed slowed down. Elise Don couldn't resist glancing at her phone again.
Shay Windsor had replied twice in a row, not mentioning Annie's contact details, but instead asking her.
"If I give you a ticket, "
"would you come?"
