Winnie lowered her head, burying her face in his chest. Her slender arms reached behind him as she silently tried to fasten the clasp.

It wouldn't fasten. She was on the verge of tears. She thought to herself, "What kind of person is this!"

Van stayed quiet for a moment before saying, 'Do you want me to help?"

'No," she replied, her voice thick with frustration. Biting her lip and holding back tears, she fumbled for what felt like an eternity before finally managing to ...