"Your eyes, they're so alike," the girl said with a smile.
"We're not mother and daughter, just friends," Sylvia explained.
"Oh, my mistake," the girl replied with an apologetic grin. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay," Sylvia responded softly.
The girl then mentioned, "By the way, there's another edition of the book you bought last time. Letget it for you."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Really?" Sylvia was pleasantly surprised and followed the girl to retrieve the book.
When she returned, Gabriel was sitting there, gazing out of the window. His arm rested on the wooden chair, his long fingers
slightly curved. His profile was stern, contrasting with the cozy ambiance of the bookstore, yet it made him all the more
captivating.
Sylvia, holding a cup of coffee, walked over to him and said with a gentle laugh, "If you find it too quiet here, we could head out to
the streets."
Gabriel turned around, "No, it's nice here."
Sylvia took off her hat, tying her hair back up, letting a few strands fall around her face, adding a touch of softness to her allure.
She leaned back in her chair, looking at him with a smile, "Noise or quiet, it doesn't matter. It's all about who's with you. A bustling
place can feel tranquil with the rightpany, and a quiet spot can be lively with the person you care about."
Her voice grew softer, "So, it's not about the noise or the silence. It's about whether that person is with you."
Gabriel understood her point. Under the flickering light, his dark eyes held unspoken emotions. After a moment, he took a sip of his
coffee and looked back out the window.
Sylvia opened her book to read.
But she hadn't read many pages before she started to feel drowsy. She had slept late the night before and managed only about
four hours of sleep.
Seeing her struggle to keep her eyes open, Gabriel asked, "Tired?"
Sylvia looked up at him, a lazy smile on her face, and nodded gently.
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