It was a small town by the sea. We rode on the bicycles for ten minutes and arrived at a beach. He took me to an old restaurant and had a local breakfast there.

We could see the coastline while sitting there.

I wondered whether I was possessed. As I gazed at the sea, I could even think of Patrick.

All I could think about was Patrick.

Shelton saw through my mind, "Are you thinking about Patrick?"

"No."

I answered in a second.

Shelton heard my answer and couldn't help but smile, "If you answered me with some hesitation, I probably would believe you."

"I..." Hearing his words, unexpectedly, I...