Her question came too suddenly, and it wasn't something Adam Sinclair would expect from her character. Perhaps in his memories of his youth, she was too outstanding, too proud, too distant.
Renee Anderson had already pulled away from him, standing three steps away, stopping in her tracks with a chuckle. "I was just joking to tease you. You didn't take it seriously, did you?"
In the night, her eyebrows and eyes exuded femininity, balanced yet bright.
"Alright, I need to go back to sleep. I drank too much tonight and my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. You should be heading back too. I won't see you off. Bye-bye."
As she spoke, she gracefully waved her hand at Adam Sinclair, turning to walk back towards the villa.
Halfway there, Adam suddenly called out to her, "Renee."
"What's the matter?" Midway in her steps, she abruptly turned back, her face looking no different from the memory.
