Picnic (III)
The conversation lasted for a long time between Zen and Christy.
By the time they realized it, the morning sun had already turned dark and it was getting late.
"Oh my- it's already so late," Christy said as she started packing the lunch boxes away.
"Yeah, time flies fast when you're in a happy mood," Zen added as he helped her out.
Occasionally, their hands would touch either as they tried to pick up the same item.
However, they brushed it off by laughing at each other without any hint of flirting detected.
"Do you want me to escort you back?" Zen asked gently. "The sky is dark right now and it would be dangerous for a lovely woman to walk home alone without any protection."
"It's fine, Zen. I know the surroundings more than you and I can protect myself." Christy shook her head as she refused his offer.
Zen shrugged his shoulders.
"Since you don't want me to escort you then there's nothing I can do," He added.