The glow of the sunset was warm, falling gently on the body, not too hot, lazily making one feel a bit drowsy.
The two of them had been on the beach for a long time, arriving in the afternoon and not leaving until after five o'clock.
Glara Island is an island adorned with Julia Owens, with every small path lined with Julia Owens carefully cultivated by the gardeners.
As they walked, Manuel Ink introduced Summer Sutton to the various varieties of roses they encountered, "This one is called Princess Margaret, a beautiful Austin Rose, and this one is Juliet, also belonging to the Austin Family. This one is called Pink Earl, a French Rose; this is Eva Noble, Sun and Moon, this is Queen Charlotte, do you like them?"
He named many, all of which were varieties Summer Sutton had never heard of before.
Summer Sutton never knew that a man as cold as Manuel Ink could possess such extensive knowledge of rose varieties.
