There he was. Axel Knight. Standing in front of the elevator like a scene from one of those overly dramatic Korean dramas, except this was her real life.
Tall and broad-shouldered, he stood impossibly calm, hands casually tucked in his pockets and still dressed in the same white slim-fit shirt.
His eyes, when they lifted to hers, were unreadable but steady. But her heart beat faster than usual.
"I'm sorry to make you wait," she said quickly, walking up to him. Her voice sounded smaller than she expected.
"It's fine," he replied simply, the corners of his mouth curving just slightly, not quite a smile, but close. "Let's go inside."
He moved ahead of her, opened the door with a smooth motion, and then waited for her to step in first.
Gentle. Polite. Controlled. And for some unknown reason, that was what made her chest tighten most.
She stepped inside, trying to ignore how her pulse was beating wildly.
