Arya peaked a small fake smile towards Lucas sitting across the large eight seaters table from him; as both of them sat in polar corners.
She could easily see the sparkling lights of the ancient and magnificent city of Helsinki, from over Lucas’s shoulder through the large ceiling windows of his penthouse.
He took her on a ride of his helicopter in Budapest and ended up bringing her to Helsinki; a completely different city in a completely different country.
Arya on the other hand was unnerved and edgy, still anxious to say back those three words that Lucas had told her the night before.
But what made her more concerned and sort of skeptical is the fact that he didn’t say that again.
Is he pretending to be nice, so he could lay me off gently?
She thought, squinting her eyes at him,
