The question caught her off guard. She blinked, her mind scrambling. Was this a test? Did he expect her to choose something based on… what? Fashion sense? Professionalism? Personal preference?
Her eyes flicked over the colors, then back to his face—sharp jawline, perfectly symmetrical features, that cool, distant expression that somehow managed to make her nervous even when he wasn't trying. For some reason, the answer slipped out before she could overthink it.
"Green," she said softly.
His eyes narrowed slightly, studying her as if committing the choice to memory, then he gave a small nod. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the side door that connected to his private quarters.
