Harley’s P.O.V.
The moment Alex’s name rolled out of my tongue, Derek’s eyes narrowed sharply, locking onto mine like a hound picking up a scent.
“Do you know him?”
I nodded, still staring at the screen unblinkingly. My throat felt tight as the memory of Alex’s goofy grin earlier this morning flashed across my mind. He waved dramatically before leaving the studio after a night shoot, teasing me to save him a donut.
“Alex is my colleague. We work on the same floor. He is one of the few people who are nice to me at work.”
My voice cracked with emotion as I continued.
“We had lunch together three times last week. Just today, he shared his new video idea with me.”
Derek picked up his phone. His expressions tightened into a concern.
“You care about Alex, Whisker?”
“Of course, he is a g
