When he heard Fae's words just now about his appearance that reminded her of the angel of death, Mischa couldn't help but think of the past.
"I used to like looking flamboyant, you know. Maybe you find it hard to believe it," said Mischa.
He walked to open the door and waited for Fae to come out. The girl hurriedly picked up her bag on the desk and walked through the door.
Mischa closed the door behind them and walked with his hands in his pockets to the elevator that would take them to the lobby.
"You used to like looking flamboyant? I don't understand. What do you mean by 'flamboyant'?" asked Fae as she walked over to Mischa.
On their way to the elevator, they passed through the many rooms and cubicles of where the other staff was working. One by one, their heads turned and watched as the two beautiful people passed.
