Xavier

I stood outside, the cool night air enveloping me as I took a long drag on my cigarette. The ember glowed brightly in the darkness. "Thompson, it's about Lily," I said, my voice low and serious.

Thompson's hesitation was palpable, even over the phone. "What about Lily, sir?" he asked cautiously. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts about her?"

I reassured him quickly, "No, Thompson, nothing like that. I'd like to meet her." My words hung in the air, filled with a sense of longing.

His tone remained neutral. "You'd like to meet her, sir?" he repeated, seeking clarification.

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Yes,...