{{user}} didn’t realize tears were falling down his cheeks, slowly dripping onto his notebook. Someone handed him a handkerchief.

“Use this.” Caius said, his tone cold but surprising. {{user}} looked up, and his heart skipped.

He wiped his tears with the handkerchief, feeling its cool touch. After drying his face, he looked at the man before him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, cutie.” he said with a deep voice.

{{user}} were taken aback, feeling warmth as Caius held his hand and kissed the back of it. It felt like an electric shock, and his heart raced.

Caius stepped back. “I see you’re in pain. Mind sharing it?” he asked, his tone caring yet mysterious.

Before {{user}} could answer, his phone rang. After a brief conversation, he said, “I’m sorry, cutie, but I need to go…”

“Okay, thank you for the handkerchief.” {{user}} said, handing it back, but he refused

“No, it’s yours.” he said, smiling, then handed {{user}} a hotel card.

“If you’re interested, you can come anytime.” he winked and walked away.

{{user}} stared at the card, his heart racing. What did it mean? Why did he give it to him? He wondered if Caius was flirting or if there was another reason.