Meet Me By The Fountain の小説・ストーリー

"Maybe you should stay a few more minutes, there's someone who'd like to meet you." "Who?" "My cousin, Jacinta." "Urh, okay..." I looked around to find the green house. Jacey said the fountain was by the green house, that would mean that the glass building with lots of plants in it was the green house. And here I was thinking it was a house painted green. "How dumb!" Jacey said in my head. "Shut up!" I mumbled. "What was that?"

“We need to meet. Tonight.” A long pause crackled over the line, the sound of distant traffic in the background. Then, “Alright then, let’s meet at the old café on Brewer Street. Eight o’clock sharp. Come alone.” I exhaled slowly, staring out at the rainy London evening beyond the window. This meeting might be our only real lead

Seeing that the girl was taking a long time to answer, Dahlia spoke up: " I'm inviting you, Clara, so the bill is on me, okay?” " All right, but may I suggest another place?” " But of course, my dear!” " So let's meet on State Avenue, you know that square with the fountain? I'll be waiting for you on the benches next to the fountain. I'll be there at eleven thirty.” " It's a deal!”

he asked, concern lacing his voice. “I’ll tell you when we meet. Can we meet at the park by the lake in an hour?” I asked, hoping he would agree. “Okay, I’ll see you there,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I hung up the phone and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I knew this was going to be difficult, but I had to do it. I arrived at the park before Prince Simon and sat on a bench by the lake, taking in the peaceful scenery. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over everything, and the gentle sound of the water lapping against the shore was soothing.

She said finally. “Maybe.” “Fine,” she said at last. “We will meet.” “Meet me at the cafe down Douglas Road,” I said. “Sure. I’ll be there in one hour.” The call went off. My memory drifted to the night on the yacht—the tension between us. The way her body trembled against the wind. The almost-kiss that still haunted me. This shouldn’t even bother me. It’s nothing. Just business. I exhaled slowly, forcing the image out. “Focus, Tristan.”

“Good. Now tell me. To what do I owe the honor of your calling?” I clear my throat as I say, “Do you have time now? I need to talk to you, but I don’t want it to be on the phone. It is important. Could be?” “Yes, of course I can. You tell me where we meet and at what time.” I think for a moment and then say, “Let’s meet in the park.” He hummed and said, “In our park?” I bite my lip and reply, “Yes. At 6 p.m.?”

"Miss me?" The horror moved through me like cold water. I took three steps back without deciding to, until the edge of the fountain pressed against the backs of my legs and there was nowhere left to go. He held up a note between two fingers. Almost identical to mine but signed with a single letter. R. "Meet me in the garden. I need to see you alone." Someone had sent us both here. Someone had planned this from outside. Someone had known exactly where I would go and exactly how to get him to follow.

"Maybe for the same reason you are. Survival." Yuna's phone buzzed again. Meet me in the old greenhouse behind the art building. One hour. Come alone.

I moved out of the meeting room. I had stepped out of the room. My hand reached for my phone. “I have something for you. Meet me at Camden's garden by exactly 4pm . Come alone.” He dropped it fast and clean.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. JASMINE: Wow, was that a BUZZ KILL or what? JASMINE: Ok, ok, that was bad. But not as bad as leaving me so close to the edge ;) Meet me at our spot after duty? 9pm? I smirk, shoving the phone back into my pocket, turning the buzzer off.