“You don’t even know her name. Then why are you so sad?”

Estelle slowly lifted her head, her long hair soaked by the rain, with a few strands clinging to her face.

“Mr. Roberts, please promise to keep today’s events a secret for me, okay?”

“Are you feeling cold?” Tim ignored her request and asked about her well-being.

“Promise me.”

“Are you feeling cold?”

“... Yes.”

Staring at her, Tim assured, “You can trust me. I’m not one to gossip. I’ll keep your secret safe. There’s a little store just over there. I’ll go get some hot drinks. Stay here and wait for me, okay?”

Estelle, now composed, nodded slightly...