Felix pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly as the familiar skyline passed by the car window. He had hoped, truly hoped, that once he left the hotel earlier, this little mess called Lara Johanssen would stay exactly where he left her.
But nope. That would've been too easy.
As soon as he stepped out of his car in front of his office headquarters, there she was. Standing right on the pavement. Her pastel pink dress swayed in the wind, a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, and a dazzling smile that made it look like she'd just won a lottery.
"Why... are you following me?" Felix asked, dragging a hand down his face, his voice edged with disbelief, exhaustion, and a touch of panic.
Lara pushed the sunglasses up to her head, letting her honey-blonde waves fall perfectly around her shoulders. "Oh, come on. Don't be so dramatic," she chirped, stepping up beside him like they were old friends—or worse—a couple.
