Cecilia Adler walked a little further and came face to face with Ian Quincy.
"Cecilia, were you looking for me?"
"Who else would I be looking for?"
A ghost of a smile touched Ian Quincy's lips. "There's not much to see this way. About two kilometers back in the direction you came from, there's a teahouse. The view is really nice there. Want to go sit for a bit?"
"A teahouse? How come you didn't mention it the last two times?"
Ian Quincy lowered his gaze. 'Back then, I was too focused on watching her; how could I have thought of a teahouse? And the person who accompanied her on the second hike wasn't me.' "Is it too late to mention it now?"
"Alright! Let's go." Cecilia Adler linked her arm through his. It was almost noon, and the temperature had risen considerably.
Feeling hot, Cecilia Adler took off her jacket, and Ian Quincy naturally took it from her. "I have something tonight, so I might not be coming home. You don't need to wait up for me."
