The man's tone was nonchalant, making Thea Lynch initially think it was just another joke.
She frowned and looked up at him, only to find that he was also gazing at her.
The two were very close, just a slight turn would lead to a touch. The familiar scent surrounded them, a faint blend of sandalwood, growing stronger with the rising temperature, making it indistinguishable whom it emanated from.
Thea cast him a warning glance.
To Ian Preston, that glance was not threatening at all, instead, it resembled a cat playfully acting up. Thinking itself fierce, yet appearing more cute than intimidating to others.
Both lost in their own thoughts, Thea turned her head towards the window, pretending to sleep, and didn't interact with him for the rest of the journey.
Half an hour later, at the high-speed rail station.
Ian got off the train a step before her, walked around to her side, and extended his hand to her.
