"You choose a white room with nothing in it to soothe your mind?"

Her hand trails over his jaw and down his neck to his shoulder before she goes on. "Whenever I've been forced into meetings or educational moments, I let my mind wander to the gardens I'd rather be in. These gardens. They calm me whether I'm in them or imagine them."

Anne lets her hand fall from his shoulder and watches as he explains. "I wonder if this is influenced by distance. You're not far."