"No, I just arrived early."
Benjamin Harper gives a warm smile, "What do you want to eat? Feel free to order anything."
Elara Don sits across from him, her face apologetic, "Let me treat you this time! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been punched for no reason."
His lip is still split, with visible bruises on his face.
She knows how important an artist's face is.
Damon Hawke really has issues; how could he hit someone without distinguishing right from wrong?
"It's fine, Damon probably misunderstood."
Benjamin takes a sip of water and looks at Elara, who is ordering food, "Miss Thorne, Damon is your boss; does he like you?"
The moment she hears this, Elara's hand pauses while flipping the menu.
"No, the person he truly likes is Miss Grant. Don't you think I look a bit like Miss Grant, Mr. Ford? He pays attention to me only because I resemble her."
Is that really the case?
Benjamin looks at Elara thoughtfully.
