Chris looked as elegant and androgynous as always — his golden hair catching the soft, warm glow of the hallway lighting, thin glasses perched neatly on his nose, and a small stack of papers held casually under one arm.
He was dressed in his usual refined style: a crisp white shirt with the top button undone, revealing a hint of smooth skin, slim black trousers that accentuated his graceful figure, and a light coat draped effortlessly over his shoulders.
The sight of him standing so close, almost unexpectedly, made Hanako's heart skip a beat, her breath catching for a brief moment as she took in his composed presence.
"Isn't that Chris?" Hanako said, her voice coming out louder than she intended, carrying clearly down the narrow hallway.
The words slipped out with genuine surprise, drawing immediate attention from the others.
