Late-Night Rendezvous
I stepped out of the room to catch up with her.
"How have you been?" Sylvia asked, her tone polite.
"Not bad. What brings you here?" I asked.
Sylvia replied, "I was having dinner here, and I thought I heard your voice. So, I came to check. Well, it's really you! I just wanted to say hello. I'll be on my way now."
Outside, a gentle rain began to fall. As I watched Sylvia walk away in her white suit, her retreating figure stirred up feelings of nostalgia. Was she going to leave just like that? Did she come over just to say hello?