The atmosphere in the room suddenly became harmonious, seemingly because of that "good" word. Shane Winchester, with his weariness from the past few days disappearing like smoke, extended the pinky on his right hand towards Riley Sully and said, "Let's pinky promise."
"Huh?" Riley Sully looked at the little finger extended in front of her, then at Shane Winchester, who was staring seriously at her. She never expected that a man like him would believe in such a thing.
Both hands resting by her side gently curled up, a bit nervous, as if unsure whether she should reach out and hook her pinky with his.
Shane Winchester didn't rush her; he was patiently waiting.
Time passed by every minute and every second; Riley Sully's heartbeat was racing. Finally, she slowly raised her right hand, gently extended her pinky, and hooked it with his.
His fingertips were slightly cool, perhaps because he had just taken a bath, and they were a bit damp.
