Monday afternoon.
Downstairs in the hospital, in the garden.
Koa Jackson sat on the bench, eyes slightly squinted, feeling the warm spring sunshine.
The wind, gentle and soft, brushed past his temples, like a girl's hand, tender with warmth; with his eyes half-closed, even a brief idle sit felt like an enjoyment, quiet and marvelous.
So lost in thought, he didn't even notice when someone sat next to him.
Lia Chester held a stack of folders, bit her lip as she looked at him, and after a while, said stiffly, "Koa Jackson."
Koa Jackson opened his eyes and glanced sideways at her.
His gaze indifferent, as if completely unaware that the two had held a press conference together just two days ago.
"Satisfied now?" Lia looked at him, took a deep breath, and self-mockingly said in a rigid tone, "Finally, I won't have to see you again."
Koa Jackson said nothing, merely sneering.
Lia grew even more furious.
