Atan had been waiting for him for almost half an hour. The daylight hours were very short now, and night fell in the blink of an eye. She was dazing under a street lamp while waiting for him. From afar, she saw Marcus Quinn's tall and robust figure emerging from the night, each step unusually steady.
Marcus Quinn was holding a package in his hands; the small robot weighed at least 70 to 80 pounds. When he also embraced Atan, it wasn't difficult at all. Seeing the night deepening, with a profound gaze, he lowered his head and kissed her small face, raspily saying, "It's cold outside, don't wait for me out here in the future."
"Okay." Seeing him carrying the package, and Irving Spencer returning as well, Atan quickly pushed him away and said with a smile, "Hurry inside for dinner."
Marcus Quinn placed the small robot in the yard, assembled it, and started it, then left it be before following Irving Spencer inside for dinner.
