Joe shook his hand out of politeness. “Joe Watson.”
“So you’re Joe Watson.”
“You know me?” Joe narrowed his eyes.
Ryleigh was confused and got closer to Louis to ask, “How do you know Joe?”
Louis looked at her. “That picture.”
Ryleigh paused and only reacted after a long time. “What? My dad gave you that photo?”
Louis smiled. “There’s nothing wrong with him giving my fiancee’s picture to me.”
“You…’
Joe looked at them quietly for a while and smiled. “I’m going to see my grandmother.” “Your grandma is
admitted?” Ryleigh ignored Louis and looked at him.
Louis’ eyes flared.
Joe nodded. “She’s getting old now and was admitted because her blood pressure was too high. My
mom is taking care of her. I need to go and visit.”
Ryleigh watched him walk away. Louis put his hand over her eyes to cover her view.” Don’t want him to
leave?”
Ryleigh slapped his hand away and looked up. “What do you mean ‘don’t want him to leave? He’s my
friend!” “Friend?” Louis crossed his arms, raised his brow, and chuckled. “Are you sure he thinks of you
as a friend?”
Ryleigh didn’t understand. “What are you trying to say?”
Louis flicked her forehead. “Figure it out.”
Ryleigh rubbed her forehead and pointed at him, “Mr. Lucas, keep your hands to yourself?”
Louis bent down to get closer, looking at her delicate but angry face. “I enjoy doing that. What are you
going to do about it?”
A few older women walked past, looked at them, and smiled. “It’s nice to be young.”
“Yes, it’s more fun when there’s someone to bicker with.”
Ryleigh was embarrassed and ground her teeth. “We’re not together, not even close.”
Louis didn’t say anything but smiled at the ladies.
Ryleigh suddenly saw a man playing the viola under the tree not far away.
She walked toward that man.
Louis looked at her but didn’t stop her.
People didn’t appreciate the viola as much. The old man played the ‘Viola Sonata, a song that needed
skills to play beautifully.
Ryleigh stood there and listened for a long time, then remembered that the first song she had played on
her viola was the ‘Viola Sonata’. The old man noticed Ryleigh and stopped. He looked at her in a friendly
way and said, “Do you enjoy viola songs?”
“Huh?” Ryleigh snapped back into reality and scratched her head with slight embarrassment. “You
played beautifully, sir.”
“Really?” The old man smiled. “I didn’t know people enjoyed the viola. My grandson says he feels sleepy
whenever I start playing.”
Ryleigh nodded. “No, the viola has a delicate sound, classy. It’s my favorite instrument.”
The man smiled. “It’s rare to find someone who could appreciate it.”
Louis walked to Ryleigh and stood by her side, looking at the man. “She learned the viola since she was
a child, so she started to love instruments.”
Ryleigh jabbed his waist with her elbow and gnashed her teeth. “Shut up.”
The man was surprised. “You’ve learned the viola before?” Ryleigh nervously said, “It was just the
basics.”
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