she see.
Biget walked towards her from the sidewalk, hands in pockets, shoulders tense but determined. He wasn’t dressed like a CEO, not no longer like a concierge. Just big, simple jeans, a t-shirt plain black, the same quiet strength in each measured step. Rilet deglit when he stopped a few steps away. “You came,” he said softly.
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