She approached the car, and it was as if something squeezed her heart when she saw that Dylan was fast asleep while his arm and head rested on the steering wheel. One hand was holding a yellow velvet box. The car window was open, so she could clearly see the man's uncomfortable position. His hands still have traces of chalk.
Looking at Dylan, her heart tightened inside her chest. Why did he sleep outside? No matter how angry or annoyed she feels, she can't beat the man.
She grabbed his shoulder and shook his body. "Dylan, wake up."
Dylan groaned. And then, slowly, he strengthened up and looked at her with sleepy eyes. "Banana?"
'Good heavens. She missed that endearment he had for her.'
"Yes?"