usually talk to strangers," she said finally, breaking the stillness. He glanced at her. "Neither do I. But something about you doesn't feel like a stranger." She smirked. "You d

ere to impress. She was here to see if he'd return. He did. Korede entered like he owned the air in the room. Navy again, but no suit jacket today. When he saw her sitting alone on the bench, his lips curved in something close to a smile. "You came back," he said as he approached. "You too." He sat beside her again-no request this time. "You dress down nicely," he teased. "I didn't come to flirt." "Then why?" She didn't answer immediately. "Because it's quiet. Because I'm trying to figure you out." He looked at her. "You don't trust easily." "I've made mistakes with trust. You?" "Same." They sat in silence again. Korede ordered two drinks. She didn't protest. "So," she asked finally, "do you always charm women in lounges?" He looked amused. "Only the ones who wear danger like perfume." She smirked desp