.Zerina's point of view
The man eased into the light and I saw him properly.
He wasn't like other men around the bar who wore ripped jeans and shirts clinging with sweat. No— his presence didn't belong here. He was dressed in a charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders with effortless precision. His shoes gleamed and the fabric was too fine to be ordinary. His white shirt is crisp as though it has just been iron. Even the way his watch glinted when his wrist moved told me it wasn't some cheap accessory but something that probably cost more than Shea's little apartment. The air around him screamed of authority, polished in a way that made heads turn even without trying. This man stood out of the crowd. Maybe it was because of his perfect hairstyle which looked like he used a whole tu
