Felix offered a final firm handshake to his client partner, a pleasant smile curving on his lips as they stood just outside the restaurant's entrance.
"Thanks again for the lunch," the man said, straightening his tie with a contented sigh. "We'll keep the numbers moving. Let's catch up again next quarter."
"Looking forward to it," Felix replied smoothly.
They waved their goodbyes, and Felix watched as the man disappeared around the block before he turned toward the parking lot. As soon as his shoes hit the pavement, his professional mask began to soften, replaced by something far more human—a thoughtful sort of warmth that crept into his chest.
Katherine.
She was already back at work. That could only mean one thing: Maya was better.
The thought made him smile unconsciously. Felix tugged open his car door, settled into the driver's seat, and rested his arm over the steering wheel for a brief moment, staring out the windshield as the street buzzed softly around him.
