As Anne returned downstairs, she encountered a familiar face. The young man walked in with elegant strides, eyes lowered as his fingers tapped over his phone screen. Then he subtly raised his gaze, inadvertently falling on her.
Anne's face split up in a nice smile as their gazes met. After all, he'd become someone she was now quite familiar with.
It'd been quite a while since she last saw this kid. She realized she hadn't seen him after that evening he'd helped her clean those offices.
Donald, upon seeing her, stiffened for a moment. He'd had on a pair of earphones, his eyes distractedly looking at his phone as he returned home. After raising a fleeting glance, his eyes landed on Anne, who was smiling at him.
She even raised her hand and waved at him in a familiar gesture. However, his expression wasn't as friendly as hers.