Lance
It's already 8 PM, yet I'm still in the office, sitting in my swivel chair and staring out through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. From here, the city looks alive—bright, buzzing, glittering. A view that most people would kill for.
But despite how beautiful everything looks, only one name keeps echoing in my mind.
Alice.
I swirled the liquor in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. My chest tightened with frustration.
Damn it. Why can't I get her out of my head?
I leaned back, closed my eyes for just a second—
And that was a mistake.
Because in the darkness, her face appeared instantly.
Her soft, doe-like eyes.
Her lips tremble whenever she gets annoyed.
Her voice is trying to sound brave even when she's clearly terrified.
And of
