Sophie Wilson pushed open the door, and the warm orange light from above spilled down like sugar with a hint of fresh citrus, enveloping the man whose features were delicate yet cold as an iceberg. It inexplicably made her think of a refined shave ice topped with colorful honey syrup on a hot summer day. Taking a bite felt comforting inside and out.
"You're back." Charles Seymour began to speak, but hadn't finished before the warm person collided into his arms, her hands seemingly with a mind of their own, wrapping tightly around him.
In that instant, Charles Seymour's usually steady heartbeat joyfully raced like a wild horse.
He hadn't yet savored this wonderful feeling when an annoying voice thoroughly spoiled the lovely atmosphere: "Oh dear... Mind your influence, mind your influence... There are single folks here..."
Julian Campbell covered his eyes with one hand, leaving wide spaces between his fingers to "sneak" a look.
