"He said he's into jewellery," Yvaine said. "Wants to try something different. Let's just meet him and see."
"Fine."
We didn't have to wait long.
At half past ten, the door opened and a guy walked in.
White crewneck jumper, loose black trousers, no tie, no jacket.
Not sloppy, just not trying too hard either.
He looked fresh out of uni. Big smile, clear skin, short black hair—the kind of face casting agents probably fought over.
Yvaine nudged my elbow and muttered, "Fit. Nice build. He's wearing head-to-toe designer. Think he's some bored rich kid?"
I kept my voice low. "He doesn't look like someone who knows how to get things done."
We both straightened our backs.
I motioned Priya over, and the three of us lined up on one side of the little glass table.
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