Banyan City.
The kiss that had just landed was disturbed by the ringing of a cellphone, which also successfully dissipated the awkwardness caused by Titus Zane turning his head away.
Wesley Foley stood up, fumbled for his phone while heading towards the balcony, and answered the call standing in front of the balcony window.
Titus Zane held his wine glass, his slightly blurred eyes gazing through the dining hall.
The balcony was unlit, and in the dim light, Wesley's silhouette was upright but not tall.
It could not even be considered imposing.
A man of 180 cm, only slightly taller than Titus Zane by less than ten centimeters.
Bringing the wine glass to his lips, Titus took a sip and overheard Wesley say, "…Yes...I won't come back tonight...rest early…" followed by hanging up the phone.
When Wesley turned back, Titus Zane's expression had returned to normal, a faint curve at the corners of his mouth, his slightly tense and inquiring eyes also carried a gentle smile.
