Damien stepped over to the counter, his silver eyes locking onto the girl who had vanished from his sight earlier that day.
She stood behind the desk, her ever-present smile widening as he approached. Her casual demeanor made it seem like she had been expecting him all along.
"Well, look who it is," she teased, leaning forward slightly. "Didn't think I'd see you again so soon. Came here for me, didn't you?"
Damien smirked, resting a hand on the counter. "And here I thought fate just wanted us to keep crossing paths. Guess I should've known you'd think I tracked you down on purpose."
Arielle chuckled, her brown eyes gleaming with amusement. "Alright then, if it's not me, what brings you here?"
"Let's just call it business," Damien replied. "How's that for an answer?"
She tilted her head, clearly intrigued. "Fair enough. How did it go with the orphanage? Everything good?"
