Chapter 9
He looked... unreal. He was dressed in a dark brown suit that fit his tall frame like it had been sculpted onto him. A black tie knotted perfectly at his collar. His hair was slicked back, though a strand had rebelliously fallen over his forehead.
He was holding a leather folder and a bouquet of white roses.
Our eyes met and there was an awkward, thick silence.
He moved to the opposite side of the elevator and the doors closed.
We stood there, trapped in a small metal box with our past, our fears, and the unsaid words crackling in the air between us.
We both tried to speak at once.
“You go first,” he said quickly.
“No,” I replied, clearing my throat. “You start.”
He smiled slightly. “Ladies first.”
I gave a small nervous chuckle. “Okay. Um... you look good. I mean, real
