Nellie looked up, her cheeks glowing pink in the dark, her hands twisting together nervously. "I wanted to… to meet you."
Lor paused, surprised—but only for a second, his mind already spinning with possibilities.
He raised a finger to his lips, silencing her, then made a small motion with his hand.
"Wait by the door. I'll come get you."
The window closed with a soft click, the sound barely disturbing the night's hush.
Moments later, the door of the Vayne house creaked open just enough to reveal Lor's face, his tousled black hair falling into his hazel eyes as he scanned the street quickly before landing on her.
Nellie stood there, fidgeting, arms clutched around herself, her gray eyes cast down, her wide hips shifting nervously, the tight fabric of her pants accentuating every curve.
He gestured her inside, his voice a whisper. "Shh."
