A familiar voice coming over, Emily suddenly turned her head. She saw Stephen standing under the streetlight, the dim light spilling over his face. But Emily could see his face clearly. No matter what time of day it was, he was still as eye-catching as ever.

"May I ask what this has to do with Mr. Williams?" Emily continued to smoke her cigarette, quite naturally. She leaned back in the long chair, her posture lazy and her tone mocking, but it was pleasing to the eye.

Stephen came over and sat next to her "Why didn't you come to New York to find me?"

"Why should I look for you...