She pouted but didn't argue, leading me to a less crowded elevator.
I followed her, pulling up the address my editor had sent me on my phone.
I had to follow her.
I had a terrible sense of direction.
The sound of footsteps approached, and I instinctively turned my head, seeing Dylan, tall and handsome in a formal black suit, surrounded by people.
Even in his composed state, his powerful presence attracted many gazes.
I froze for a moment, then quickly lowered my head.
"I am invisible. I am invisible. I am invisible.
He can't see me. He can't see me. He can't see me.
His eyesight is bad. His eyesight is bad. His eyesight is bad." I whispered in my heart.
The seconds ticked by, and nothing happened.
Just when I thought my prayers were about to be answered, a child's voice pierced the air like a thunderbolt.
"Mommy! Look! That handsome man looks just like your phone wallpaper!"
I didn't dare turn around.
Ten seconds later.
A familiar voice sounded from behind me.
"Debby Edison."
There was no uncertainty in his tone, only a statement of fact.
His voice was calm, with a slightly deep, cello-like quality.
Emotionless, yet it sent chills down my spine.
I stiffened, awkwardly turning around. "Ah, Dylan, long time no see."
He smirked, but his eyes lacked warmth. "It's surprising you still remember me."
I laughed nervously.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and I dragged Rebecca inside.
Dylan followed closely behind.
I thought it would be less awkward once more people joined us in the elevator, but as the doors closed, it was just the three of us.
It felt even more awkward.
I couldn't find the floor I needed, and Dylan hadn't pressed any buttons either.
The elevator continued to ascend.
I hastily pulled out my phone, frantically searching for the conversation with my editor.
Which floor was it!
I was a bundle of nerves.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the two of them both looking relaxed.
Rebecca kept glancing up at Dylan.
Dylan took out a piece of candy from his pocket.
Rebecca Edison was overjoyed, for the first time, not asking me for permission before reaching for the candy in Dylan's hand.
I pretended to be angry. "Rebecca, that's rude. What do you say when someone gives you something?"
She hesitated, looking between me and Dylan, before finally mumbling, "Handsome Sir, do you have more? My mom wants one too."
I was speechless, my face turning crimson.
Dylan laughed out loud.