He started making his way toward home, deciding there was little point staying at the office any longer with nothing pressing left to do. The day had already stretched thin, and the lingering atmosphere in the building wasn't exactly inviting.
As he settled into the back seat of the cab and the door shut with a soft thud, something crossed his mind—quiet but insistent. A fleeting thought, the kind that brushes past in silence but refuses to be ignored. His eyes drifted to the window, watching the streets blur as the car pulled away, but his mind had already gone elsewhere…
"I probably should inform Mia and Sera about the gala. Obviously, Luna will know about it," he murmured to himself as he stared out the glass window.
At first, his fingers hovered over the screen, ready to make the call. But after a moment's hesitation, he slowly lowered the phone and slid it back into his pocket with a small shake of his head.
