“Silvan...”
Our eyes met and a gentle smile formed under his slightly trimmed moustache.
“Didn't think I'd see you here, Naya. What's up?” He said, a glint of excitement in his dark orbs.
He wore a milk coloured cashmere shirt with two cold buttons on the chest. Underneath was a finely ironed brown trouser, long and dropping over the brown shoe he wore to match it.
And he had a small, white bag in his hand.
His outfit was a bit distracting, making me stutter as I tried to speak.
“Just came to, uh, check some things out, you know? CEO duties. Yeah?”
“Yeah. Great,” he responded curtly. “Actually, I was about heading to your office to meet you there.”
“Yeah? Any problem?” I asked.
“Just wanted to know if there's anything I can help with,” he said. “I can't shake off this thought that
