*The file of past*

“You daydream too much” The man said.

She stood up slowly, brushing nonexistent lint off her dress as she took a step toward him. The dimly lit cabin wasn’t exactly romantic, but that had never mattered to her. Romance was never the point anyway.

She reached out, fingers trailing over the edge of the table before moving to the man's arm, then up to his neck. His skin was warm, the scent of citrus from the orange still filling her nose. His eyes stayed on her, ...