Some days felt like magnets for trouble—wherever one went, it clung and refused to stay away.
After encountering Damien, Severine hurried toward the parking lot.
Another trouble came honking at her.
Wait, honking? Her eyebrows rose.
Honk! Honk!... Honk! Honk!
The familiar style of honking twice after a beat of a second echoed in her ears twice more.
Sure enough, as soon as she turned toward the noise, she saw a black-haired young man waving with a grin.
Dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, Killian looked younger than his age, almost like a senior from the academy.
"Why do you always come to pick me up? Aren't you busy?" Severine had asked Killian a few days ago.
The young lord had merely laughed and said, "Balancing work and romance is a must-have skill. I'm trying to learn it early."
By early, he meant until Severine accepted his pursuit.
After that, Severine didn't ask again, afraid she might hear something even more embarrassing from that chatty mouth.
