Sophia's POV
My voice was rougher than I wanted it to be. I could hear the remnants of the tears in it.
He stopped in front of me. Six-foot-something, and even in heels I came up short. "Sophia. Something you need?"
"I didn't know who you were before. I apologize for anything I said that was disrespectful."
I watched his face for a response. There was almost nothing to read — a clean jaw, held tight, and the particular coldness of someone who had decided not to let you in.
"Don't worry about it. I've already forgotten it."
He looked away and started walking.
I went after him. "When do you have some free time? I'd like to take you to dinner properly — to thank you for the painkiller on the flight. If you hadn't had that —"
"One pill. It wasn't anything." He didn't slow down. "I beli
