Hastily, David made his way to the gardens passing by a lot of couples on the way. The lavish tourist gardens which were usually a feast for the senses were not overcrowded at night. Under the dark sky, the meticulously manicured lawns and colorful flowerbeds could not be seen clearly.
The dim lighting did not dull smelling senses from sniffing out the sweet fragrance of the blooming flowers.
The gardens were large, David had no idea if Phoebe was in the elegant gazebos or somewhere under the tall, majestic tress which provided shade during the day. There was also the possibility of her being around one of the six fountains in the gardens. As ridiculous as it was, people treated them like wishing wells, so they were always crowded at different times of the day.
He patted himself down in search of his phone to call her, but he did not have it with him, he had left it in Arrow's hands. He started walking around randomly, his eyes roaming around in search of a red head.
