The first thing Julian asked after pushing open my office door was what plans I had for lunch.
My nose was sensitive.
When he came closer, the cherry blossom scent on him grew even stronger.
My expression instantly cooled, and I said indifferently,
"Nothing much. I'll eat at the cafeteria."
The company had a cafeteria, and I could even ask the chef to make me something special.
Julian's gaze stayed on my face for two seconds before he said,
"I'm having lunch with some friends. Come with me."
Julian had three close friends.
Two men and one woman.
They were childhood friends and schoolmates who had grown up with him, and one pair among them was dating.
In the six years I had been with Julian, I could count on one hand the number of times I had met them.
So when Julian said he wan
