Enrico sat in the back of his sleek black car, the city lights casting flickering shadows through the tinted windows as the day transitioned into night. He glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Thirty minutes had passed since the office building closed, yet Isabella still hadn’t appeared. He couldn’t help but feel restless. He had no real reason to be here, at least none that he could justify logically, but the need to see her again gnawed at him.
He leaned back into the plush leather seat and drummed his fingers against the armrest. His driver remained silent, well aware of the unspoken tension in the air. Enrico kept checking the entrance, wondering if perhaps he had missed her somehow, if she had already left, slipping through the crowd unnoticed.
Maybe she’s alr
