Implied Meaning

Violet sat in the wine cellar and just finished counting. She put the book on her knees. Her cell phone rang in her pocket. It was from Justin. "Where are you?" "The wine cellar," she said with a smile, pursing her lips. "Really?" Justin's voice was low and soft. "You really have feelings for your red wine. Would you like to have a drink with me today?" "Sure!" She nodded with a smile. "Come over, I'll treat you to a bottle of 'la gloire'!" "You’d better mean it!" Justin chuckled. "Now, countdown from 30 and I should be there..." "What?" Violet was surprised. "Are you here already?" "Hey!" Justin pretended to be unhappy and said, "Why is it so difficult for you to just listen to me for once? Why do you have to ask so many questions? Just count down from 30!" "Haha..." She couldn't help laughing and repeatedly nodded her head in agreement. "Okay... I'll count, 30, 29..." As she kept counting, she heard footsteps ringing in her ears. She couldn't help but turn around. Looking at the long