#Chapter26
---Clay pigeon-01
Nyx finished eating but didn't leave immediately. Instead, she leaned her back on the chair, crossed her legs and looked at the contract James had just signed. Her eyes fell on his signature and studied it carefully. The letters looked like curls, but exquisite and fine. Compared to her signature that looked like some child trying to draw an EKG heartbeat line, James's looked like calligraphy. The prettiest signatures she had seen.
Pretty face, pretty handwriting.
She remembered when she once asked James to teach her a pretty signature for herself only for her to get so frustrated after not being able to do it that she ripped the paper into pieces. James had laughed at her back then, wrapping his arms around her. His chest was pressed against her back and she could feel the vibrations of his chest from laughing on her back. He had kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear.
/"Don’t get angry, okay? I love you./"
