The following morning dawned with winter's chill in the air, a hint of drizzle in the forecast despite the absence of snow. Amid the cool humidity, the vibrant green leaves and trees in Mr. Singer's garden stood out in their lush beauty.
Andrea, clad in a windbreaker, sat beneath the central tree in the garden, gazing at the flower bed outside her window.
Unbeknownst to her, Mr. Singer had just woken up and caught sight of her from his window. Alarmed, he hastily threw on shorts and a shirt before making his way to the garden, oblivious to the weather.
As he approached her, Andrea, trembling from the cold, inquired, "Are you planning to abandon me?"
Startled, Mr. Singer froze momentarily, his brows furrowed, before responding, "Who gave you that idea?"
Andrea's eyes brimmed with tears
