Jay cautiously walked to the short stairs, the ring in his hand in a tight grip. His eyes roamed to the surface of the desk. He made up his mind. The ring would have to be left on Stavros’ desk and Jay would just write a quick draft along with it. The good feeling he had earlier seemed to dwindle. This space gives him bad vibes.
Just as he was about to place the ring on the desk, a scent that became all too familiar to him invaded his nose.
“You’re here.”
Fuck. This bastard had really appeared.
Jay tightened his grip on the ring again and let his hand fall on his side. He turned his body to that voice with his gathered calm. He wasn’t even surprised anymore to see him standing so close to him, despite the fact that he had not sensed any movement. Somehow, he felt like his senses wer
