Connor
I looked at the watch on my wrist for the fourth time and figured whoever I was supposed to have the meeting with stood me up. It sent a ripple of extreme irritation through me and I was almost tempted to call Louis so he could relay the message that the company could fuck itself.
However, that was something the old Connor would do. The very rich Connor who didn't need money. The new Connor who was very dependent on money, just had to suck it up and force a smile on his face.
Eventually I heard someone approach me and by they're breathless state, I knew they were flustered. "So sorry about being late." I turned my head and the wine in my mouth turned drastically sour when my eyes collided with green ones. Not as perfect as mine of course, but a lighter sort of tint of Grey that reminded me of Leandre.
That alone sent shivers down my spine but the face that went with the eyes made me even more annoyed.
