When he spoke to others, his voice was always emotionless and cold, but when he spoke to her, although his tone was often playful, it always carried a gentle subtlety, like the night breeze.
Summer Ford was taken aback for a moment, staring at the glass of water he handed over, and took it from his hand, "Thank you."
Snor Fairchild pulled out the chair next to her and sat down, continuing to keep her company.
The two of them sat for another twenty minutes or so, and when Summer seemed satisfied with her meal, all her movements finally stopped.
"It's late, let me take you home!" Standing up, he glanced sideways at the night outside, grabbed his coat, casually put it over her shoulders, and walked ahead, leading her out of the room.
It was already quite late by this time, and the night was quiet.
The two walked out of the hall one after the other, and when they swiped their cards, the server smiled faintly, handing a small bouquet of flowers to them, "Goodnight to you both!"
