Nancy heard a whistle and looked up from her canvas.
Matthias strolled in from outside looking way too pleased with himself.
The moment he caught her eye, he quickly wiped that smug look off his face.
He casually plopped down on the couch nearby, trying to play it cool.
Three minutes passed. Nancy stayed focused on her painting, didn’t even throw him a glance after that initial look.
Matthias squirmed in his seat, clearly getting restless.
He fished out his phone and called Weill. “Hey, why’d you call?”
Weill sounded confused on the other end, but Matthias didn’t give him a chance to speak.
“What? A full set of custom suits and matching buttons? For me?”
“You’re really going all out? Aw, man, I appreciate you.” While he talked, Matthias kept sneaking glances at
