'Really? Ah, maybe because Zion's already given you a few gifts? Yes, if I just gave you something without telling him, that boy would probably be upset.'
The thumb that had been rubbing against Suga's hand finally stilled, and the older man's grip loosened. Suga's eyes drifted toward the watch on Mr. Goldmann's wrist. The design looked familiar, something he'd seen once on a luxury goods website that showcased rare timepieces. There were only a few ever made, if he remembered correctly— or maybe he was mistaken, since he couldn't recall the exact details beyond the ornate engraving along the dial.
