"Why are we here?" Hazel glanced at Ranon. He was wearing a simple shirt and jeans. He looked relaxed and homey.
They met in front of an old building that she assumed was a boxing club. The place was in dire need of reconstruction. The monument sign on the front was almost unreadable.
Ranon had asked Hazel to meet with him here, but she didn't have any idea why.
"There is someone that I want you to meet." Ranon took her hand; by this time, he did it naturally, and Hazel didn't mind it at all.
They were in public, and they had done more than just hold hands. With the renewal of the contract, they would spend another year together.
Hazel had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, she was relieved because she still could use Ranon's source, but at the same time, she couldn't move as freely as she wished.
