Arnold Simmons lowered his eyes to look at her, his voice deep and tinged with a smile, "You've seen me back then?"
Hannah tilted her head, her eyes shimmering with light, speaking softly and tenderly, "Maybe I really have seen you back then."
"Then tell me, what was I like back then?" Arnold raised an eyebrow slightly, speaking at a leisurely pace.
She thought about it seriously, letting her gaze travel from his neck upwards, finally settling on his brows and eyes. She said, one word at a time, "Passionate, bold, stubborn, cold as if you didn't care about anything. Of course, the most important thing was..."
At the critical moment, Hannah paused briefly. Arnold couldn't help but ask, "What was it?"
She looked into his eyes, her smile radiant, "It was that you waited for me."
A few seconds later, Arnold let out a soft laugh and reached out to support the back of Hannah's neck, letting her lean against his shoulder.
"Yes, I was lucky to meet you."
