[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
"How was the interview today?" Antony asked, putting his coat over the chair in his office.
"Extremely boring, to say the least, though I was happy the editor-in-chief treated me in a more civilized manner than most journalists I've talked to so far," Kaija replied, taking her seat on the couch. "She did ask me about you, though. About how I managed to get you to produce my song. I just told her maybe I was lucky. Like, extremely lucky."
Soft chuckles slipped from Antony's lips. He quickly took his seat next to Kaija on the couch, fingers playing absently with a lock of her hair.
"That was the truth, wasn't it? I could say I was lucky too, that you ran into me in the elevator that night. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have gotten back to producing, and perhaps, I'd never know how much I'd enjoy being this close to you like I am right now."
