Alina and Kelvin stepped out of their small apartment that morning, already prepared to leave when they suddenly sighted Damian's Bentley parked neatly at the side of the battered street.
The sleek body of the car gleamed faintly, commanding attention without even trying. It was probably his favorite car, Alina thought distantly, her chest fluttering as a rush of giddiness spread through her insides before she could stop it. Her heart reacted far too quickly, far too eagerly.
She was finally going to see him after just a single day of his absence, yet it felt as though weeks had passed. The realization made her pause for a split second, and she silently scolded herself for reacting that way.
