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By the time I got home, I couldn't shake this huge smile off my face—it felt like it was there to stay. Honestly, I didn't even try to wipe it away. My cheeks hurt, my chest felt light, and it was totally ridiculous. But I didn't care at all. Ethan Seymour had actually asked me out. On a date.
Carlby opened the door before I even got the chance to reach for the knob, as efficient as ever with his straight posture and unreadable expression. "Good evening, Mr Noah," he greeted me in his usual calm, polite way.
"Evening, Carlby," I replied, working hard not to sound like I was ready to burst into song.
I noticed his silver brows lift slightly, maybe at the unusual cheerfulness in my voice. "You seem… well today."
"Mm-hm," I hummed back, grinning as I walked past him. "Just a good day, that's all."
He nodded, but I thought I caught a glimpse of curiosity in his eyes before he closed the door behind me.
