Outside, the city was sharp and bright. Cold air bit at his cheeks. Traffic honked. People moved in streams.
Evalyne immediately reached for his hand.
Jack paused. Then let her take it.
Her grip was firm. Not romantic. Possessive, maybe. Protective, certainly. Like she was reminding anyone watching: this one is mine.
They took a few selfies near a street corner with a recognizable landmark in the background. Evalyne held the phone like she was holding a document she didn’t trust. Jack leaned in, smiled, and made her tilt her chin just a little so the angle was flattering.
“Stop directing me,” Evalyne hissed.
“You hired me to make this believable,” Jack murmured back. “This is my expertise.”
Her cheeks flushed again.
They changed into different outfits in the car, Mina passing them
