No longer trapped in the corner by Callahan, Leilani finally had a chance to look at his apartment.
Her gaze swept around the room. It was much simpler than she had imagined. The color palette was black, white, and gray; it was spacious and bright. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay the city's nightscape. It was luxurious without being ostentatious, fitting his style perfectly.
The two of them had a simple dinner.
After the meal, Callahan sat on the sofa, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said to Leilani, "Help me take it off."
Leilani paused. "Hm?"
Callahan extended his wrist toward her, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "Swap it for the one you gave me."
Leilani blinked, then reached out to undo the clasp. She carefully removed his old watch, picked up the one she had given him, and gently fastened it onto his wrist.
The deep blue dial complemented his skin tone; it was understated but had a hidden sharpness. Compared to his previous watch, this one added a bit more youthful energy.
Callahan looked down at it, raising an eyebrow in satisfaction. "It suits me very well."
Leilani withdrew her hand and nodded with satisfaction as well. "Yeah, it really does go well with you."
Callahan looked up at her, unable to resist teasing her. "When you picked it, did you choose it based on my temperament? You understand me so well."
Leilani glared at him speechlessly, refusing to take the bait. "I just bought it randomly. It looked good, so I got it."
Seeing that Leilani was about to bristle, Callahan let out a low laugh and stopped teasing her.
Leilani checked the time. It was almost ten o'clock. It was getting late; she couldn't stay any longer. "I should head back. I have to go to Brass City early tomorrow morning."
Callahan nodded and picked up his jacket. "I'll walk you out."
Leilani shook her head. "No need, it's just one floor."
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