― they’re too transparent
"Uh..." I left my phone on the bed and stood. Ian mimicked me to support me. His gentle hands on my arms.
“I’m sorry for answering his call. I planned to give it to you but I was surprised to know he’s already outside the building so I went out to let him in.”
“Uh…,” I repeated, lost for words. My eyes were fixated on Mr. Racini. Suit and tie. His hair stylishly laid back. He always looks like such an attraction with that style, especially with confusion plastered on his face. It makes people wonder the reason for that hardened expression. It makes everyone know what’s going on in his mind.
The two must have felt a growing tension because they excused themselves and left. I sat back down on the bed.
My eyes followed his movements. First, was his heavy
