Betty's POV. 

After leaving the café, Louise suggested we take a short walk, and I agreed, perhaps out of habit or because I wasn’t ready for the conversation to end.

The evening air felt cool as it softly brushed our skin.

We walked side by side through the bustling downtown streets, and neither of us said much at first. 

Every now and then, he’d glance at me, and I pretended not to notice.

When we finally reached the corner near the museum, he stopped and turned to me, with his ...