"Nica," Vincent mumbled to himself in disbelief, his expression a stunned one.

"Hi. Uhm, I heard Old Evan was terribly sick, so I had to come over," Nica said, and Vincent nodded slowly.

"He's getting better now. Thanks for the, uhm, payment," Vincent said, clearing his throat. He watched Nica sit beside the old man, entangling her fingers with his.

She sighed. "I was so scared when I heard he got sick. I had to fly over to check on him." She met his gaze, and Vincent realized he was staring too much.

"Sorry, I uhm... was just wondering. How have you been?" he asked.

"Good," she smiled. "You?"

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