Her heart fluttered as their eyes met and locked in on each other. It had reminded her so much of all those dramas she had watched on TV, yet it was so distinct when it happened to her in actuality.
"Are you okay, Myra? Your face is very red."
She hurriedly brushed the sand from her face. "I m fine. I m just a little hot."
"Ah. The tropical weather here may be a bit hot for you." He assisted her to sit up, taking extreme care of her. "I reckon the weather in your country is tolerable? Since there are, after all, four seasons."
She stood slowly, shaking the sand off her sundress. "And I assume you haven t seen actual snow?"
He looked at her sheepishly. "Real snow, no. The closest I ve ever got is playing with artificial snow in Singapore."
They continued the walk down the pale beach u
