Mandy's POV
Killian sat across from me, his posture relaxed yet naturally elegant. Even in such a casual setting, he still seemed to belong to a world that felt different from mine.
The waiter poured tea and left quietly.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
I stared at the tea surface, watching the flite out of it, while gathering my thoughts.
I had told myself I would simply return the watch, hand over the gift, and leave but now that I was actually sitting across from him…
I realized I couldn't and I didn't want to.
There were too many unanswered questions and too many emotions I couldn't process.
Finally, I lifted my gaze. "About that night…" I began cautiously.
Killian looked at me, his expression calm. "Yes?"
"I… don't really do much, not even how I got
