Got you.

Hugo walked alongside Celeste, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

The night air was cool, a soft breeze rolling in as the dim glow of streetlights cast golden halos on the pavement.

But Hugo wasn't paying attention to any of that. Oh, no.

His focus was solely on the fact that every single man they had passed—every single one—had given him a look that ranged from pure envy to absolute despair.

And Hugo? Hugo was eating it up.

In his mind, he could already hear the internal screams of the men watching him escort this absolute goddess home.

"How?! HOW?!" they must have been thinking. "This dude? This guy?! How did he pull her?!"

Hugo wished he could stop and give them a little wink, maybe even a casual shrug, just to let them know that, yes, he was indeed built different.