Dylan did not run. It was too late anyway.

He had no choice but to sit and stay calm. He turned to look at Imogen with an intense gaze. She could not guess what he was thinking through his eyes.

Imogen leaned toward Dylan. They were so close that he could smell her faint fragrance.

He wondered what perfume she used. It was not overpowering and had a light and pleasant smell.

“Dylan,” Imogen uttered softly.

“I’m listening,” he replied.

“I have one question. What do you feel for me now