"So, you also like gardens?" Aries inquired as she peeled her eyes away from the garden to Ismael, who stayed sitting across from her in the pavilion. Ismael was leaning back leisurely, eyes on the flowers, oddly been silent.
"Not quite." He cast her an indifferent side-eye. "There are plenty of other things to look at — prettier ones at that."
Her lips parted, but she ended up pursing her lips and peeled her eyes away from him to the flowers nearby. She kept quiet, sensing his gaze on her side, which she ignored.
"Done playing with me?" he broke the silence after another minute of silence.
Aries smiled, closed lips. "I'm married." She glanced at him.
