My stomach was full, so I planned to take a nap as soon as I arrived home.
After the vortex raid, the team hadn't yet received another mission. We were given time to recover despite being healed by Etienne.
So, I assumed it was for our mental recovery.
Even though the other members are already veterans, the NSA still provided well-deserved breaks between missions to them.
I stepped out of the taxi right in front of my house, but then my face distorted into unpleasantness after seeing a familiar sulky face leaning on his expensive car, eyeing me with impatience.
My brows furrowed.
What the hell was he doing here?
It hadn't even been a day since we saw each other last, and he was missing me already?
"Do you own any black formal suits?"
Claude asked as soon as he approached me.
What? Did he come here to borrow clothes? Him? To me? Seriously? But why would he when he was already wearing one?
"No."
