LAUREEN'S POV
“Are you okay?" I asked Tristan for the upteenth time that night. Just as we were walking into the very place, I could hear soft music streaming out from it.
“I'm fine, Laureen. It's just work trouble.” He responded to me, finally giving me a clue about where the trouble was from.
“Ohhh!" I murmured.
" Yeah! It's nothing to worry about. Here." He said and extended his arm to me and I hooked mine in his.
He looked extraordinarily handsome tonight. It seemed when I first walked into the room and saw him, he was a god from another land, but now, he looked like a troubled Hercules and I couldn't help but wonder what exactly was disturbing.
I could've asked more questions to dig deeper, but from his countenance, I knew I would not get anything from pestering him.
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