Athilda's pov
"Next time, learn how to tie your shoes properly. You might trip and fall," he said as he slowly stood up from his crouch.
I looked up at him. He was tall, maybe around 5'11" or even 6 feet, just like Enzo. And wow, there was no denying it, he was really handsome. His vibe was cool, effortlessly so. Even with the big gun strapped to him, I did not feel scared. His confidence overpowered everything else.
Our eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like his gaze was pulling me in. I could not look away. I saw his whole face clearly, his skin was tan, his lips were red with a natural split in the middle, and his eyes were grey. That made him look even cooler.
"Thank you," I said with a forced smile, finally managing to look away.
I was about to leave when he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
"Let me help you," he offered, glancing at the things I was carrying.
I gave him a small smile and shook my head. "No thanks, I can manage."
