“Excuse me?” She tapped over his shoulder while leaning down, her wavy hairs falling over her face as he turned to face her. He stared at her, eyes plain with no curiosity curling in it. He didn’t speak, didn’t utter a word and let her continue. “I’m gonna sit here and hold your hand, please do not ask why and act as if it's a mundane thing.” She says and quickly takes the seat before him. Keeping the peonies on the table she passed a big smile to him, no explanation, no request and she began looking around.