In their senior year, Hayes Edwards bought a ticket to go abroad and met Grace Winter's grandmother. Although she was over seventy, you could still see the elegance and intellect of her younger days.
Grace Winter happily took Hayes Edwards to see her campus, as well as the little shops, parks, and streets she frequented.
The five years apart were slowly filled in by scenes that were supposed to be unfamiliar yet felt so familiar.
Rosalind cascaded down the walls, white doves rested on the grass in the distance, pedestrians came and went, and the places where sunlight fell were filled with laughter and warm conversations.
Grace Winter sat on a park bench eating ice cream, hugging her backpack, while Hayes Edwards sat beside her, watching her with a smile and focused gaze.
The time she used to have alone was now shared with someone else.
