Glyn tilted her head to the side, hair cascading over her shoulder as she shrugged, feigning innocence.
"I don't think that should be surprising, should it? I mean, you're Stefanos Rassi, and you're everywhere. It'd be weird if I didn't know who you were, don't you think?"
Stefanos narrowed his eyes.
"I suppose you have a point."
Something was off, the alarm bells in his head were going off. Every part of him didn't want to get involved with this woman.
With his hands tucked into his pockets, he brushed past her to leave, but—
"Mr. Rassi."
He paused, turned, and looked at her.
"What?"
"How would you like to go on a date with me?"
"Huh?" The offer caught him off guard, and he blinked, thrown. "What do you mean?"
Glyn smirked. "What do you think I mean? I'm asking you out. To go on a date with me."
Stefanos looked around, confused, as if making sure she was talking to him. His face twisted into a frown, and he stalked back, his figure towering over her.
