Jimmy's POV
Jimmy stepped out of the restaurant, his hands in his pockets, strolling casually beside Garry, who seemed lost in thought. The crisp evening air brushed against his face, but his grin was anything but cold.
"Who was that woman? Do you know her?" Garry asked, his curiosity evident.
Jimmy shrugged, his grin widening. "Ah, she looked familiar, but I can't quite place her. I've seen her somewhere before, I think."
"If you don't know her, then why are you grinning like that?" Garry raised an eyebrow, suspicion lacing his tone.
Jimmy chuckled, his arm swinging over Garry's shoulders as he leaned closer. "Did you catch Lucian's face when he saw her? Priceless. That expression was something else. Whatever it is, there's definitely some history there. He's hiding something, and you know how much I enjoy digging into things."
