The faint scent of cologne mixed with a nearly imperceptible smell of cigarette, it was him!
Charlotte Green couldn't believe it and lifted her head, only to actually see Kevin Cliff in his crisp suit.
His face was cold and stern, his gaze sharp, yet his hands were firm and strong as they supported her.
"How come you're here?" she questioned, wasn't he supposed to be with Abigail Summer at this time?
Kevin Cliff remained silent, simply taking her hand and walking towards the newly lit neon lights and the bustling crowd.
The after-work hours, coupled with the upcoming weekend, meant that every street was teeming with people.
Charlotte Green had never truly experienced what it meant to be packed like sardines until now, but there was a pair of hands tightly protecting her, preventing her from being jostled by the crowd.
Looking at his still frosty face, she didn't understand, really didn't understand why he was still treating her like this?
