~ Harley ~
Last night I told him I wanted to see him in my world not in the club.
Come morning as I was studying in a cafe he walked by.
I see him before he sees me.
Which is rare.
Whenever Quinn walks into a room, he looks so majestic that He just doesn’t need to announce himself.
The café isn’t fancy. It’s not his world. It’s mine. Students. Laptops. Cheap iced coffee. Someone filming a “study with me” t****k in the corner with a ring light.
And then the air shifts.
I look up.
There he is.
Black shirt. Sleeves rolled. Controlled posture. That unreadable expression like he’s already assessed every exit and every person inside.
His eyes find me.
And then they stay.
He doesn’t smile.
He doesn’t wave.
He just looks at me like that.
Like I’m not sitting at a scratched wooden t
