Faye Vaughn discreetly observed Vincent Hawthorne.
His slightly furrowed brow gradually smoothed out, and his expression relaxed.
'Looks like I picked the right song,' she thought.
Vincent Hawthorne replied to her: [It's very nice. It would probably be very soothing to listen to before bed.]
Faye Vaughn's face showed no emotion as her fingertips flew across the screen: [So, will you listen to it tonight before you sleep?]
Vincent Hawthorne: [You want me to?]
Faye Vaughn: [Of course. I hope my voice can accompany you to sleep.]
'It was a flirtatious comment, but also not quite.'
A small smile secretly tugged at the corners of Faye Vaughn's lips.
At that moment, Vincent Hawthorne also raised the corners of his mouth slightly and replied: [Okay.]
Faye Vaughn didn't reply.
The chat interface fell silent.
Vincent Hawthorne stood up from the sofa and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, his back tall and slender.
