Her hair was tousled, and Lucian helped her gather it neatly.
The moment Ophelia spotted me, she placed her hands on her hips, pouting dramatically. “Savannah, you’re just in time! Look at Lucian! He keeps tugging at my hair like a little kid. It’s so infuriating!”
Before I could interject, Lucian playfully pinched Ophelia’s nose. He teased, “Little liar, keep spinning your tales, and that nose of yours will stretch like Pinocchio’s.”
Ophelia’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and finally, Lucian turned to me as if struck by inspiration. “Savannah, what a delightful coincidence; let’s have lunch together.”
Over the five years we’d worked in the same building at different companies, Lucian had never once asked me to join him for lunch.
Meanwhile, Ophelia couldn’t resist flaunting every meal they shared on social media.
Remembering this, I smiled and replied, “You two go ahead. I’ve got things to take care of.”
Lucian’s surprise was evident, his expression darkening just as the elevator lurched and the lights flickered out.
Turning on my phone’s flashlight, I caught sight of him comforting Ophelia, his voice soft and reassuring.