"Mhm." Adrian Walyon leaned against the car door with his arms crossed in front of him, quietly staring at her.
Summer Sutton was still wearing the gown she had on stage; due to the cold weather, she casually threw a coat over it.
She was wearing high heels, yet walked briskly. While approaching Adrian, she twisted her ankle several times in just that short distance.
Summer seemed to be in some pain, furrowing her brows and rubbing her ankle repeatedly.
Adrian walked over to her and picked her up, opened the car door, and placed her in the passenger seat.
"I wasn't expecting to pass today. At the time, my thought was purely out of desperation, a 'let's see how it goes' mentality," Summer tightened her coat around herself, chatting about her backstage experience.
Adrian listened quietly from start to finish without interrupting.
His gaze remained on her, and as it fell on the white dress she wore, he recalled the moment she was on stage.
