Chapter 55 – Metaphors
It wasn't the cocky smirk he always wore like armor. This one was softer. Calmer. Like the first real sunrise after too many nights of smoke and sirens.
Rava leaned back into the plush seat, crossing one leg over the other, hiding how that single smile made her chest tighten just a little. She wasn't the type to get flustered. Not by anyone. Not even by men who bled in alleys and buttoned their shirts like they were being filmed by a slow-motion camera crew. But Lux?
Yeah, Lux made logic feel optional.
He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and said, almost casually, "Unless you have something else to do. Something on your schedule. I just thought I might need your suggestions. About the cars. Models. Style. You seem like the expert."
Rava raised a brow. "You've never bought a car before?"
"I have," Lux said slowly. "But… in my place, cars are a bit… different."
She tilted her head. "Different how?"
