Haunting eyes

Nero's Pov

The terminal's buzz of activity faded as we stepped out into the brisk evening air. My business partners, Victor and Raymond, chatted animatedly beside me, discussing the upcoming meeting at the resort. I nodded along, only half-listening. My mind was elsewhere, stuck on the strange encounter with the boy named Nicholas.

We piled into a sleek black SUV waiting at the curb, and I slid into the back seat, the leather cool against my skin.

Victor took the front passenger seat, continuing his conversation with Raymond, who was driving.

They were both seasoned businessmen, used to these trips and the high-stakes negotiations that accompanied them. I should have been focused, mentally preparing for the discussions ahead, but I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that had struck me when Nicholas had looked up at me with those wide eyes.

As we drove towards the resort, the cityscape gave way to more serene surroundings. I stared out the window, trying to piece together why