Olivia ordered enough food to fill their table. Many of the dishes were Warren's favorites.

Warren was a little stunned. "How did you know that I like these dishes?"

"You told me before that your mother came from the south, so you probably enjoy southern cuisine. It's not that hard to guess." Olivia knew where exactly to draw the line.

She generously shared with him what she saw overseas. She saw for herself auroras, icebergs, deserts, and oceans.

"Varren, have you seen snow in the desert? It's amazing. You'll feel like only two colors are left in the whole world."

Like a child, she happily described those beautiful sceneries. When the steak was served, Olivia finally stopped talking.

"Sorry, I don't have many friends in Aldenvine, so I spoke a little too much at our first meeting. You won't mind, will you?"

Warren shook his head. He had seen those sceneries before, but when Olivia described them like that, he suddenly felt like his gray past was injected with color.

"It's okay