Outside the door.
Vicente stood there wearing a gray baseball cap and a sleek black tracksuit.
His tall, athletic frame was accentuated by the fitted clothing, exuding an undeniable aura of masculine charm.
Melissa tilted her head up to look at him, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Are you taking me to see the fireworks now?
How are we getting there?"
Clearly, the moment fun or adventure was involved, all traces of her earlier awkwardness vanished instantly.
"Just follow me."
She had barely taken a step forward when she suddenly halted, grabbing Vicente's arm in a panic.
"Wait, wait, wait—what about my brother?
What if he finds out?"
Now that her brother was back, she didn't dare run off without a second thought.
Vicente, having anticipated her hesitation, turned to face her.
His gaze was calm as he took in her worried expression.
"Don't worry.
I've got it covered."
With someone else taking responsibility, Melissa naturally didn't hold back.
