Bernard's POV
Sunday evening found me sprawled across my expensive leather sofa, staring blankly at contract papers I had no business reviewing at this hour. The irony wasn't lost on me - a successful businessman in his prime, spending his weekend buried in work instead of living his life in London.
But I couldn't shake what happened at Cassandra's party days ago. More specifically, I couldn't stop obsessing over Penny.
The real problem was the message burning a hole in my phone for over a day now. A message I'd read countless times but couldn't bring myself to answer.
I grabbed my phone and pulled up the dating app, my eyes scanning her words yet again.
[Your theory about a sunnier London sounds promising, but exploring the city with someone as mysterious as you makes me feel like I'm in a Hitchcock film. Should I worry about ending up like the woman in Rear Window?]
