THIRD-PERSON POV
Brandon had anticipation written all over his face as he stood near the entrance of the packhouse, his eyes fixed on the winding driveway.
In a few minutes, his childhood friend Eva would be arriving, and he was almost eager to greet her. She was a friend that he had known since he was a child, and because Eva had a more carefree lifestyle than he did, he hadn’t seen her in months.
As Brandon waited outside, Denise happened to be passing by. Her routine afternoon walks had led her in the direction of the packhouse entrance, where she noticed Brandon standing outside.
She was taken aback because it was an unusual sight to see Brandon casually standing outside the packhouse like he was trying to get some air. He was usually always cooped up in his office or out for meeti
