Her hair was tousled, and Lucian helped her gather it neatly.
The moment Ophelia spotted me, she placed her hands on her hips, pouting dramatically. “Savannah, you’re just in time! Look at Lucian! He keeps tugging at my hair like a little kid. It’s so infuriating!”
Before I could interject, Lucian playfully pinched Ophelia’s nose. He teased, “Little liar, keep spinning your tales, and that nose of yours will stretch like Pinocchio’s.”
Ophelia’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and finally, Lucian turned to me as if struck by inspiration. “Savannah, what a delightful coincidence; let’s have lunch together.”
Over the five years we’d worked in the same building at different companies, Lucian had never once asked me to join him for lunch.
Meanwhile, Ophelia couldn’t resist flaunting every meal they shared on social media.
Remembering this, I smiled and replied, “You two go ahead. I’ve got things to take care of.”
Lucian’s surprise was evident, his expression darkening just as the elevator lurched and the lights flickered out.
Turning on my phone’s flashlight, I caught sight of him comforting Ophelia, his voice soft and reassuring.
It wasn’t long before the elevator jolted back to life, and as we reached the ground floor, Lucian offered to give me a ride.
However, before I could respond, Ophelia suddenly collapsed.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Lucian brushed past me, scooped Ophelia onto his back, and hurried her to the hospital.
Picking up my cracked phone, I signaled for a cab and continued to my apartment viewing.
Later that evening, Lucian personally dropped off a dessert at my desk.
Thirty minutes earlier, I had come across Ophelia's new post: [Loving someone resembles caring for flowers; one could never finish this, never!]
The post featured a lavish spread of French desserts. I thanked Lucian but left the dessert box sealed.
He looked perplexed.
“Savannah, why the sudden politeness?” he asked, but I didn’t reply directly.
Instead, I said, “If there’s nothing else, I need to print some documents.”
When I returned with my resignation letter in hand, Lucian had already vanished, leaving behind a sticky note that urged me to come upstairs to see him once I was finished.
I tossed the sticky note and the dessert into the trash before heading to my boss’s office to submit my resignation.