Quickly, Maverick Knight's figure appeared in everyone's eyes.
Today, he wasn't wearing a formal suit, but instead a casual outfit, exuding a different kind of charm. It was just past ten in the morning, the sun was strong, warmth spilled over the entrance, and as the man stepped in, against the strands of light, he still gave off a cool, aloof feel in the gentle sunlight.
As he walked further in, the warm light receded from his figure, making it clear to see that mesmerizing face that captivated all, as he took long strides, approaching step by step.
Aurora Blaine had eaten half of the snack in her hand.
This scene overlapped with the image from the second time she saw him.
That time, he had come to ask her for a chip.
In the blink of an eye, two months had passed.
Maverick Knight's gaze swept over Aurora Blaine, finally landing on Miles Ellison on the side.
That night of the blackout, the name she instinctively called out was this man's.
