The steam from the shower had barely cleared before Jake was buttoning a crisp black shirt. He avoided his formal work clothes, choosing instead a sharp, casual charcoal jacket. Standing in front of the mirror, he smoothed down his collar, letting out a slow, deliberate breath to clear his head after a long, exhausting afternoon.
When he stepped back into the central living room of the Zenith, Catharine was already waiting.
She stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out over the city lights that were just beginning to flicker to life. She had changed into an emerald-green silk dress that caught the ambient lighting of the penthouse beautifully, her hair pinned up loosely with a few stray curls framing her face. The exhaustion that had weighed down her eyes at the office was gone, replaced by a soft, relaxed radiance.
