Azure Court.
In the dim living room, two blurred figures overlapped, a warm breath wafting through the air.
Keane Lowell casually tapped her phone on the coffee table, looking towards that unclear face in the dim light. Although the phone call disturbed them, he quickly regained his composure.
Claire Prescott asked, "Whose call was it?"
"Don't know."
Not giving her a chance to lose focus, Keane once again blocked her lips, murmuring, "Focus."
....
The next day.
Claire Prescott took that stack of proposals back to Sinclair Apothecary and glanced through them during her free time.
After some consideration.
She felt that if her grandfather were to participate, these programs would be very suitable, but she wasn't sure if Old Dr. Sinclair wanted to go.
So.
During lunch, she tentatively asked a few questions.
