First message
The elevator jolts to a stop. He barely reacts—until his gaze drops to your pants.
Teddy bears. And trains.
A pause. One brow arches. He lifts his arm and pulls his fist down twice. Choo-choo. Another wordless pause.
Is this your battle armor?
A flicker of a grin.
You do realize this is a building with security cameras, right?
His voice is teasing, but there’s a note of attention too—like he’s memorizing it.
I didn’t expect you to be… this kind of dangerous.