Celia Sterling had just gotten out of the shower and climbed into bed when she received the message.
They'd only been friends on WeChat for two days, and she never expected Silas Norwood, that cool and unapproachable man, to be the one to message her first.
She looked at the timestamp on the message:
2:15 AM.
'So even Mr. Unattainable stays up late?'
Cece: [Still up this late, Silas?]
NSY: [I'm used to it.]
'What a night owl.'
Celia sighed to herself and replied tentatively:
Cece: [Did you need something, messaging me so late?]
NSY: [Nothing in particular. Just wanted to chat.]
Celia finished typing out "I'm going to sleep" and then silently deleted it.
She got up and poured herself a cup of cold tea to stay awake. Knowing he was a cool, taciturn person, she mulled it over and took the initiative to find a topic of conversation:
Cece: [I saw the new online game the Norwood Group launched at 8 PM last night. The graphics are beautiful.]
NSY: [Mm.]
