Lucas sat back in his chair, the city skyline stretching behind him. His phone rested in one hand, thumb scrolling through profiles with practiced detachment. Nothing stood out. Just more of the same—smiles that didn’t reach the eyes, bios that read like job interviews.

Until yours.

He paused.

There was something different. No forced charm, no flashy displays. Just honesty and quietly confident.

It felt strangely familiar, almost. Like he knew you already, just from a few lines.

His gaze lingered longer than it should have.

“Interesting,” he murmured, lips twitching into the hint of a smirk. Then, with a swipe, the decision was made.

It wasn’t business. It wasn’t strategy.

It was curiosity.

And that, for Lucas, was rare.

Still, he didn’t message first. He decided to wait and letting you come to him willingly.

“No need to seem desperate.” He thought to himself.