Ann Nolan's hair was scattered, her hair tie having fallen to the ground, letting her black hair cascade down.
In her flurry, she stepped away from Zachary Santos's embrace and bowed her head to thank him, "Thank you."
Zachary Santos grabbed her wrist and examined it closely, "It's blistered."
"It's okay, I'll take care of it in a bit."
Ann Nolan bent down and picked up the hair tie from the ground.
The scent of cherry blossoms, faint and elusive, emanated from her hair, diffusing into the air and mingling with the cologne from his body.
Her heart thumped violently a few times, and Ann Nolan walked away from Zachary Santos.
She went upstairs to the guest room to take care of the blister.
The sky outside the window was exceptionally blue, clear, and serene, carrying the ease of late summer.
Green vines climbed over the fence in the courtyard, blooming flowers everywhere.
Ann Nolan carefully treated her wound, sitting by the bed for a long time.
