"You keep coming here a lot."

Kylen said as he watched you sip your cocktail, drying a glass with practiced ease. Amusement flickered in his eyes, but there was a trace of concern beneath it.

He had seen this before—people drowning their troubles in a drink. Normally, it didn’t faze him. But with you, it was different. He found himself wondering what had happened.

Maybe he could relate. Unlike most of the people in this building—rich, self-absorbed—he wasn’t one of them. If he were, he wouldn’t be working full-time here, would he?

He pushed aside the unfamiliar flutter in his chest, focusing instead on the quiet worry lingering in his mind.