Chapter 30

"Welcome to Silverio Stones, Kairo," said a man who looks like any Korean idol with his prominent Asian feature and two blocks with bangs hairstyle, even his black turtle neck and gray trousers plus a dainty Christian Dior chains scream nothing but kpop idol culture. His set of deep dimples made him the charming and cute type of handsome rather than the sexually appealing type of handsome.

After he greeted Kairo with a simple nod and smile. His eyes naturally drifted to me and he popped a smile on his lips, his eyes almost closed at that. I feel like we're in the same bracket of age but for some reason. I feel like making him my baby. He is adorable and, weirdly, I am praising some man who is in his mid-twenties with the word adorable but that fits him the most.

"Rory Spencer, it's nice to meet you," he said and he offered me his hand. I find myself sighing out of relief because this only means one thing. This is our first meeting and I don't have to guess what kind of dynamic it is