‘So this is what he looks like when he’s in love… Like an innocent, hopeful boy. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s like that.’
Once he was ready, he turned to her with a grin. “Babe, come take a look. Do I look good?”
Standing in front of the mirror, spinning slightly as he asked, he looked… happy.
Solenne forced a smile. “Very handsome.”
“But usually,” she added, “when you go to work, you don’t go all out like this. Something special going on today?”
She asked casually, though she already knew.
He paused for a beat, then smirked. “Aside from the usual meetings, I’ve got to discuss a contract with a female client today. Figured I’d dress up a bit—who knows, maybe if she thinks I’m charming enough, she’ll sign.”
He said it like a joke.
“Makes sense,” Solenne replied in a flat voice. “Go ahead then.”
Noticing something off in her tone, he furrowed his brows, about to say something—when a message notification popped up on his phone.
From the corner of her eye, Solenne saw the contact name: [Chesca]
[Rockwell, I just landed. Brooklyn’s changed a lot—I barely recognize the roads. Can you come pick me up?]