Rachel narrowed her eyes playfully. "You really aren't going to drink that, huh?"
Aleman tilted his head slightly. "Unfortunately, no. Helmets tend to get in the way of drinking tea."
She scoffed. "You do know how ridiculous this is, right? Sitting in my living room, all serious and composed, drinking nothing, eating nothing, and just chatting like some secret agent?"
Aleman chuckled while leaning back slightly. "I prefer to think of it as maintaining an air of mystery."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You're so damn extra."
Despite her words, she couldn't deny the thrill she felt.
Everything about him screamed "untouchable"—from his perfectly maintained composure to his eerily calm yet confident demeanor.
Most guys in her life had always been either too arrogant, too timid, or just plain unbearable. Yet, Aleman was different.
And that intrigued her.
