The door to my apartment clicked open, and I looked up just as Bruno Dirk was standing on the other side of the day, nodded at me, and stepped inside. I could see that familiar swagger in his walk, the casual confidence that always filled the space whenever he entered a room. But tonight, something felt different. There was a look in his eyes, sharp and curious, as he glanced around and spotted Wang Chen sitting at the dining table.
For a second, Bruno froze, his gaze locking onto Wang. It was subtle, but I caught it—the flicker of something in his expression, the way his eyes lingered just a little too long before he caught himself and broke the stare.
"Hey," Bruno said, his voice carrying that smooth, easy tone he always used, but there was an edge to it now. "Didn't know you had company."
"That is because it's late at night and you are here in my apartment." I retorted.