"Alright, come up."
Elliana Lyle, still searching through the creek, felt a bit unwilling upon hearing the man's words.
She hadn't caught a single crab yet.
But since she had promised the man an hour ago, she could only straighten up, wipe the water from her hands on her skirt.
Upon reaching the shore, the man lifted her onto a large rock to sit, then took out a paper towel to dry off the droplets on her feet.
The gentle and meticulous action tickled her feet, making her burst into giggles.
"Norman Bennett, the sun feels pretty warm now, it'll dry soon."
"Hmm."
Though the man responded, his hands didn't stop their work.
After drying them, the man put on her thin white cotton socks, and then the white canvas shoes with a cat print.
Such a noble man really shouldn't be doing these things, yet he had learned to do them from a young age.
