"I will be travelling in two days," Raymond muttered softly as he continued to pat Lena's back in a slow, soothing rhythm. His voice was low, almost hesitant, as though he did not want to break the fragile peace surrounding them.
Lena lifted her head slightly from his chest. "When will you be back?" she asked quietly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the fabric of his shirt.
"Two weeks at most," he replied without hesitation, then paused before adding casually, "Do you love Vegas City?"
The question caught her off guard. Lena straightened a little, her eyes flickering with surprise. "Most people don't know this," she began slowly, "but I graduated from the Oakland School of Arts and Structural Design."
Raymond raised his brow, genuine astonishment crossing his face. "Oakland?" he asked. "What happened to you?" His tone held curiosity, but also disbelief. He knew only the rich and famous could afford to attend such an elite institution.
