Renny sighed, rolling his eyes as his palm pressed to his forehead. He rubbed it slowly, trying to ease the headache forming there.
"Oh? Do you need a massage?" Myla teased, stepping closer before he could answer. Her hands were already half-raised when Renny lifted his own in refusal.
"No," he said firmly. "It's fine."
Her hands froze mid-air, and she blinked, a little caught off guard.
"I'll help you," he continued, straightening up. "Do you at least know the name of the person?"
She nodded quickly.
"Good," he said. "Then let's go."
"Now?" she asked, surprised.
Renny shot her a look. "Did you have plans for anything else?"
Her cheeks flushed faintly, and she gave a small, embarrassed laugh. "No… nothing at all."
"Good," he said, motioning toward the door. "Then let's go."
Myla rose to her feet, smoothing her suit as she followed. Renny slipped on his suit jacket, not even bothering to fix his tie properly, and when she moved to help, he waved her off.
