Robert Frost frowned at the sound, looked up from a pile of papers, and saw Margaret Henson standing outside the car, smiling.
The scenery of Long Beach is very beautiful, and now she shows the upper half of her face, as if her eyes reflect the magnificent sunshine outside.
His grip on the document tightened.
How can you meet her everywhere?
Margaret Henson, unaware of his momentary abnormality, knocked again, "Mr.". Frost, will you?
Robert Frost lowered his eyes and said softly, "Come on up."
Margaret Henson opened the door and got in the car.
The sun outside is hot, and it is noon, the moment of opening the door, accompanied by the heat wave, and the faint fragrance of her body.
David Thomas, who was standing in the back, was relieved to see Margaret Henson get into the car and followed her.
Less than three kilometers away, I saw the BMW in front of me.
It was opened by David Thomas.