After a few seconds of stunned silence, Erin Lowell suddenly laughed. "But what if I don't have a recording?"
'She was just tricking him.'
Zane Jennings thought for a moment, then replied with a straight face, "Then how about this? I'll fall down right here, and you can laugh."
His gaze was earnest as he spoke, with not a hint of a joke in his eyes.
He had a wild, reckless streak, but he never let it show around her. As he spoke, he started placing the umbrella in her hand, his stance making it clear that if she so much as nodded, he would actually go through with it.
Erin Lowell froze for a moment before handing the umbrella back to him. Her expression was subtle, but even in the pitch-black surroundings, illuminated only by the weak beam of a flashlight, the look on her face was impossibly gentle.
"I'm not unhappy."
'It feels like it's been a long time since I've been this happy, since I've felt so... present.'
Her hand was slightly warm.
