Isaac’s POV
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and admired the black suit on me. I was nervous about seeing Allison again.
My mind recapped the fresh memory from a few days ago.
We kept talking on that cliff until she got tired. She shared nothing about her work; it was mostly her life. The way she spoke softly, gazing at the city lights, her eyes glinted with happiness as she spoke about her childhood.
When she reached her teenage days, her face morphed to a frown; it was a sensitive phase to her.
She hugged my jacket I gave her earlier as she was cold, and offered me a tight-lipped smile, asking if we could go.
I drove her home and right before she left for her apartment; she gave me her phone number and invited me to her launch party.
A knock on the door pulled me out of my
