Leila couldn’t stop blushing. She didn’t know what had come over her last night. That reply was unlike her, but it had been the truth. They had built a weird routine that she liked.
She stopped in front of the closet, her eyes roaming in search of the perfect outfits. The email about the convention came two days ago, but she only saw it this morning. She had never attended a game convention, but the office group chat was buzzing with expectations and theories. Everyone was expected to be at the office with their luggage by 9 am. No lateness.
Kelvin didn’t mention it during their last call, and she wasn’t sure he would attend it. Her fingers brushed a black dress she hadn’t worn in months. It was the definition of sexy, hugging her body in all the right places.
Most of her fancier dres
