"Hi," I voiced softly, feeling tense under his vigilant stare.
It was always about the way he looked at me. Not a glimpse or something he happened to encounter, but like I was a dream stepping into reality.
I didn't know when I could tell, maybe it was the moment I walked down the stairs during our first social event.
"Come closer," he said, turning back to his work. "Or would you stand there and stare?"
"I-I'm not staring," I denied hotly. "Just admiring God's favorite."
A soft chuckle fled from him.
I smiled as I approached him. "You're the ghost now. I barely see you these days." I lined my hand on the boot. "What have you been up to, honey?"
"Been busy, baby."
"Private business or CEO business?"
"Both." He dug his hand into the engine and did whatever I can't explain.
