Summer Sutton's gaze lingered on him, her eyes staying a bit longer.
She hadn't known Manuel Ink for long, but Summer Sutton could see all the goodness he had shown her.
In this world, besides Adrian Walyon, perhaps Manuel Ink was truly one of the few who treated her well.
"Thank you, Manuel," Summer Sutton had owed Manuel Ink so much, yet all she could say to him was just that sentence.
Manuel Ink merely smiled softly, signaling for her to get in the car before he turned and headed back into the airport.
His back, long, aloof, cold, just like when Summer Sutton first saw him.
He was the high and mighty moon, the purest moonlight in Summer Sutton's eyes.
He was sacred, untouchable, yet Summer Sutton never expected that one day, when the moonlight shone upon her, it would be warm like the sun.
