Poetic

Seeing how Raelle was already leaving, Cloe stepped over.

"Take him out for coffee or something," said Raelle before leaving.

Cloe could only shake her head at her boss. Since Raelle wanted to get back to Hyson, she left early but she didn't forget that it was bad manners to make Soren leave just like that.

When Cloe entered the waiting room, she could see the dumbfounded look on Soren's face. Soren was a tall man. He had his hair combed to the back of his head. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses shielded his deep eyes. In a neat and tidy suit, he gave off of a hard to approach feeling to others. He usually gave off a feeling of indifference and self-control of a high-ranking elite. 

But currently, his expressions really didn't go well with his usual demeanor. He didn't look as hard to approach. 

Cloe chuckled and nudged him playfully, "I guess she told you, didn't she?"

Soren turned his eyes towards her, "Is she really married?"

"Yup!"