"Huh?" Alice Conley was startled.
"There's a man who's been looking over our way often. I was wondering if he might be someone you know," Jacob Fletcher said.
"Where?" Alice Conley's tension rose instantly. Based on Jacob Fletcher's description, her first thought was of Dorian Howards, but logically, Dorian shouldn't be here, right?
"Just at the 9 o'clock direction from you," Jacob Fletcher said.
Alice Conley whipped her head around sharply, only to meet Dorian Howards' gaze directly. Suddenly, time seemed to freeze. Alice Conley stared wide-eyed, in disbelief. God, it's really... Dorian Howards?!
Dorian Howards' face twitched slightly, but his strong inner confidence quickly helped him adjust. His handsome face bore a smile, showing no signs of the awkwardness of being caught in the act of tracking.
Dorian Howards picked up those large bags he had just bought and walked into the dessert shop, then placed them on the empty seat next to Alice Conley's, "Here, this is for you."
