However.
Not long after her grandmother had returned to the bedroom, Keane Lowell's call came through.
"Wait for me a moment, I'll be right out." With just that brief sentence, Claire Prescott hung up the phone.
Calming her restless heart, she turned off the lights and closed the doors, then walked through the courtyard toward the side gate.
As the door opened, she indeed saw his figure.
A quick glance.
Claire Prescott instinctively turned around to lock the door, then rushed into his arms, just as Keane Lowell's arms slowly wrapped around her, embracing her slight and light frame, and kissed her on the forehead.
"Grandma just mentioned you, and I didn't expect you to show up so soon." Claire's clear voice echoed in the quiet alley.
"What did she say?" Keane asked.
"My grandma wants to invite you over for dinner."
