The city lights flickered like restless stars outside Adrian's penthouse window. He stood with a tumbler of untouched whiskey in hand, eyes lost in the skyline, but mind far from it. His thoughts were consumed—unshakable. That woman. Her face. Her presence. Her scent.
"Why do I feel like I've known her?" he murmured to himself, tapping the glass against his lower lip absentmindedly.
The brief exchange at the restaurant had disturbed his usual calm. For a man used to moving through life with unbothered grace, this nagging curiosity was a foreign, almost irritating feeling.
He turned away from the window and strode over to his home office. The blue screen of his laptop greeted him, and he quickly brought up the secure search system only he and Mark used.
"Rita..." he mumbled, u
