Dinner was much like lunch, just with an added cup of coffee.
Daisy Ginger took a sip of coffee to calm her nerves.
The light dimmed in front of her as the man walked over and sat across from her.
After such long activity, she was indeed hungry...
Daisy took a few bites of her food and noticed that the man hadn't touched his chopsticks. She glanced up at him.
He was leaning back on the sofa, propping up his face, watching her casually.
His features were deep and defined, with the light slanting down from above, making the outline of his jawline even more distinct.
The allure of a man in his thirties couldn't be matched by someone in their early twenties. Daisy couldn't quite recall what Edward Stephens was like at twenty-five, though he was likely charming. Yet, as he quietly looked at her now, she felt an air of maturity and experience.
Calm and indifferent, elegant and gentle.
