Chapter 63

Nelson honestly didn't expect Vera Quinn to reply. He'd just been giving it a shot—figured she'd ignore him like before. So when her message popped up, he kinda froze, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. Then the realization hit, followed by a flicker of unexpected excitement. He quickly locked in a time, suggesting two possible spots, all polite and formal, giving her the choice. [Nelson: How about this Sunday? For the location, if you enjoy Asian, maybe Lotus Smoke? If you prefer French, we could do Abimael at GW Plaza.] Lotus Smoke was known all over Jadewick, and Abimael? Top-tier legit French cuisine. Pricey too. Both spots screamed class, and it was clear Nelson wasn't half-assing this meeting. Didn't take long for her reply to come in. [Vera: French.] Just one words. Didn't even bother with punctuation or pleasantries. That air of arrogance practically oozed off the screen—and it weirdly reminded him of that woman who'd once blocked him without a word. He involuntarily