All Seraphine had wanted, was a simple, quiet reward after everything she had been juggling lately, because her mind had been running nonstop between responsibilities, plans, and the endless details tied to building out the cyber division she was preparing to launch.
All she craved in that moment was the comfort of going home, kicking off her shoes, and letting the weight of everything slide off her shoulders while she rested before throwing herself right back into the storm of her routine.
What she had not prepared for, was running into Leon right there, completely out of place in the version of the evening she had imagined for herself, and what made it worse was the fact that he was not alone, which immediately twisted the situation into something far more complicated than she had the energy to deal with.
The confusion that flashed across Leon’s face the second he saw her was impossible to miss, his brows drawing together as though her presence disrupted something he thought he already understood.
"Sera, what are you doing here?"
For a brief second, Seraphine found herself unable to respond, her thoughts tangling awkwardly because the last conversation they had shared still lingered in the air between them, especially the part where he had asked her out to dinner, and she had turned him down.
Now here she was, standing in front of him in a setting that made everything look questionable whether she liked it or not.
"Business," she finally said, forcing a smile which did not quite reach her eyes.
The middle-aged woman standing beside Leon turned her attention to Seraphine with an immediate warmth that felt almost intrusive in its curiosity, her lips curving into a pleased smile as she looked her over.
"She’s very pretty, now tell me, who is she?"
Leon hesitated, and that tiny pause said more than anything he could have admitted out loud, but then he spoke anyway, his voice steady even if something underneath it wavered.
"She’s my girlfriend."
The words hung there, heavy and undeniable, before his focus returned fully to Seraphine as he continued, "Sera, this is my aunt, Phoebe. She came to visit yesterday, and that’s why I wanted to take you to dinner tonight, so you could meet her."
His gaze moved slowly over her, taking in every detail of her appearance in a way that felt too observant, as though he was trying to piece together something that didn’t quite make sense to him.
"Are you alone?" he asked, the question carrying more weight than it should have.
Before Seraphine could even think of an answer that wouldn’t complicate things further, Augustine’s voice cut in from behind her, smooth but edged with meaning.
"Did I hear you say that she is your girlfriend?"
Seraphine felt her body tense instantly, a quiet stiffness settling into her posture because the last thing she needed was this turning into a scene when she was already drained.
"Yes," Leon replied without hesitation, clearly recognizing Augustine, his tone carrying a subtle claim that made the air feel tense. "Mr. Clyde, you seem like you know my woman."
Augustine let out a low chuckle that didn’t hide his discomfort, his expression tightening in a way that revealed more than he probably intended, because this situation was not something he had expected, especially not after Seraphine had made it very clear where she stood with him.

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