Matthew opened the door, a mix of surprise and delight flashing across his face. "Washington, I never thought you'd actually agree to come," he said, stepping aside to let her in.
Dami shrugged, "I had no classes today and was bored," she lied effortlessly, knowing full well that her schedule was bursting with assignments and lectures she was neglecting. Why she accepted to visit the house of a potential enemy was unknown.
Matthew's eyes roved over her outfit, a simple yet elegant outfit – latex black trousers and a long sleeve plain blue shirt, paired together with a knee high boot – that she had agonised over for hours. "You look great," he complimented, sincerity in his voice. "That colour suits you."
"Thanks," Dami replied, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks. She didn't know why she had tried so hard to look good; maybe it was the way Matthew made her feel, or perhaps it was the mysterious pull of his world that she couldn't resist.
