Zoe Pierce had no idea how much time she and Chase Shaw had wasted in the greenhouse.
It was just a kiss, an embrace.
And somehow, the sky had already grown dim.
They might have exchanged a few words, but Zoe's memory of what nonsense she'd babbled was hazy.
They finished the snacks they'd bought earlier on the amusement street and ate some specially prepared food. By then, night had completely fallen.
Even with nightfall, the entire greenhouse was lit by bright lamps. They mimicked the glow of torches, illuminating the whole area. Dimmer than ordinary lights, they added a certain ambiance.
A different kind of beauty.
She saw fireflies dancing by the small creek, flitting around the flowers.
After she had admired the view for a while, Chase Shaw reminded Zoe to put on her jacket.
Zoe put it on, not understanding why, and followed him.
