Chapter 58

New York, a few months earlier.

Alisa sat on a bench in the dormitory garden while the breeze kept her company. Every now and then, her flowing blonde hair would fall over her shoulders, blowing in the breeze and brushing against her pale face. The air outside was quite cold as it was almost winter.

The girl was busy sketching the dormitory building with her favorite pencil when a large orange ball rolled toward her and stopped right in front of her black shoes. Alisa blinked a few times before putting the sketchbook and pencil to her side and bending down, picked up the ball and looked up, searching for the owner of the round object.

After waiting for a few seconds, it was Andrew who appeared from the other direction. He wore a black vest over his long white shirt as he stopped right in front of Alisa. He seemed to correct the position of his glasses as his eyes met Alisa's emerald ones and smiled awkwardly at them. "Sorry about that. Is my ball interrup