The Conversation with Emir Drake

The voice of someone steps approaching made Edward stopped wandering into his fragmented old world.

The man in the same age with his father appeared into his sight. He approached Edward with his warm smile.

“Edward Philippe…” the man gave a warm hug that Edward almost forgot how it felt most from a man of father figure…many years counted.

“Emir Drake…” Edward beamed as Emir released his hug on him.

Emir turned his eyes to the table next him standing. Almost full of jasmine tea cup remains hit his eyes and he gleamed his beam.

He sighed.

“I think you need to take a walk with me…”

Edward smirked. He grabbed his jacket from the seat’s arm.

They took a stroll down the stairs to walk along the coral stoned path. Side along the walking path all the eyes captured were the green plants and floral decorative plants grown to give some fresh air.

Edward vacuumed the fresh air, the scent of soil combined with the flowers eased some battles inside his mind.

“We just received a new plant