"..."
The distracted Flossie Wright lifted her eyes to him in surprise.
"Hmm?" With a nasal intonation, Glenn Hutchinson lowered his head and stared intently at Flossie Wright.
The deep, bottomless pupils hid emotions that were difficult to articulate.
"Alright."
With a slight pause, Flossie Wright's lips curled up, and she readily agreed.
Without any further emotion.
Simple and crisp, she then withdrew her hands.
"Thanks for today."
Turning to move forward, Flossie Wright raised her hand and waved casually, her voice crisp and breezy.
Without implying any other meaning.
Ahead was a fork in the road, Flossie Wright turned right as she had said, quickly disappearing into the cluttered thicket.
Near the Base, the mountain paths were mostly covered with numerous footprints, but the path Flossie Wright took had only her own.
The thick snow, set against the dark night, was a blinding white.
