'What are you doing here, Ophelia? I told you to not come to this place for me. Did I not?!'

'I can't help it, Michaelson. I'm dying of curiosity.' she shrugged her shoulders. 'Maybe I should take things from here. What do you think?' she winked, smiling coyly.

He sighed, picked up stones from the floor, casted them one after the other into the river. Each throw causing ripples to form in the water.

'There's no need for that anymore, Ophelia. The one I always thought was her happened to ...