Lyndon remained silent for a moment before replying in a deep voice, âItâs quite a coincidence running into someone we know here.
â
Was that what he was contemplating?
Tilda nodded, her breath visible in the cold air.
âYes, it is.
â
The two fell silent again.
The cold wind blew, and Tilda instinctively hugged herself tightly.
Noticing this, Lyndon paused, reaching out to turn up her collar.
Seeing her nose reddened by the chill, he couldnât help but ask, âDo you still keep in touch with Keanu?â
Was Keanu here because he knew she would be?
âNo, I deleted his number,â Tilda replied.
Deleted his number?
Lyndonâs eyes softened, his earlier displeasure fading.
âReally?â
âYes, if you donât believe me, you can check.
â
Tilda took out her phone and handed it to him.
Lyndon hesitated, feeling a bit uneasy, then walked forward.
âYou donât need to show me.
Itâs your privacy.
â
Tilda jogged to catch up with him, her tone playful.
âAre you sure? It seems like you really mind if I contact him.
â
Lyndon cleared his throat, pretending to be unaffected.
âNo, Iâm fine.
â
âReally?â Tilda teased, tilting her head with a mischievous smile.
âSheldon says liars have long noses.
Yours seems a bit longer.
â
Her laughter was infectious, her eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.
Lyndonâs heart skipped a beat.
He looked away, trying to stay composed.
âMaybe itâs just because youâre not wearing your glasses.
Youâre imagining things.
â
Tilda chuckled, thinking how stubborn he was.
If he was so bothered by Keanuâs presence, could it mean he Liked her a little?
Her heart swelled with happiness at the thought.