"Here we are."

Collins turned back to tell the sisters, they helped each other off their horses. As she thought, they had gone north, it was midday so the sun was a bit harsh and hot. The three of them are now standing in front of a small wooden house, on both sides are glass windows that can be seen from the outside, warm yellow lights can be seen, the roof is also made of wood with a triangular structure. familiar feeling of the usual wooden houses. To the side of the house is a small balcony used for reading and relaxing, with an armchair lined with soft velvet cushions, and next to it is a small table with a glass of unfinished orange juice.

Collins walked to the main wooden door, knocked "knock...knock...knock" and waited a few minutes. She was silent at those "knock...knock" sounds, she remembered the first night when she heard it. She wondered a lot about this and wondered who the owner of the knock was. Now that she glanced at Collins with suspicion, could it be that Collins was the one who made the noise?

She was so busy with her thoughts that she didn't notice when the door slowly opened and a figure appeared, standing in front of the three. Collins's voice startled her, all her thoughts were interrupted.

"Devan."

She involuntarily looked at the person named "Devan", the boy then looked back at her. The moment their eyes met involuntarily, an unknowable feeling also crept into her heart, making it feel like it was racing. That guy looks two or three years younger than Collins, wearing black jeans, strong sneakers, and a blue hoodie, but what makes him perfect must be his face: an extremely perfect face, as if some artist has worked hard day and night to create it, the high bridge of the nose rests on the typical American white skin, brown hair and a mushroom hairstyle that makes the guy was like seventeen eighteen or younger.

But a special feature must be mentioned, the eyes of Devan and Collins are similar to two drops of water, both brothers have emerald green eyes or it can be said that they are "treasure of the Atlantic Ocean. "

She turned her face away, hiding her increasingly red face, but she could feel that the boy named Devan's eyes were still directed at her, intently. Collins didn't seem to mind this, nudged her and said:

"Sabrina, Syrena. This is my brother, Devan Key. We are the Key brothers."

She heard her sister speak, quite cheerfully.

"Hi there."

Devan nodded in return, smiled slightly, in turn she mustered up the courage, and faced the boy, she said:

"Hello, nice to meet you today."

"Hi. It's nice to meet you too."

The voice was warm and gentle. After all four people entered the house together, the inside was fragrant with a light wood smell, the interior was neatly and beautifully decorated: there was a rather large square table in the middle of the room, surrounded by four beautiful wooden chairs, next to each other. it is a kitchen with countless utensils such as pots, pans, pots, pans, ... also neatly arranged.