Love Unspoken

The digital representation of the individual was an avatar clad in a black suit, the username simply "N." Quinn was on the brink of perusing his social media profile when he preempted her, sending a message, "Hello, are you in need of legal assistance?"This confirmed her suspicion. He was indeed a lawyer, rendering any further investigation into his social media presence unnecessary.

As Quinn deliberated on how to respond, "N" dispatched another message, "Not many possess this number, so you must have been recommended by a mutual acquaintance. I'm at your service."

His eagerness seemed incongruent with the demeanor one might typically expect from a formidable lawyer. Her fingers quivered over the keys as she typed, "I require some advice. What should I address you as?"

"N" responded, "You can address me as Nicholas."Quinn promptly saved his contact information under the name Nicholas. She was about to relay her predicament when the sound of footsteps at the door startled her. She swiftly stowed her phone in her pocket.

Turning, she confirmed her suspicion. It was Alexander at the door. Rising from the couch with a newfound urgency, Quinn's gaze was fixed on the entrance. Alexander shrugged off his coat and made a beeline for her, discarding the garment onto the sofa as he closed the distance.

expression unreadable. It

he echoed. She confirmed with a nod. An uncomfortable silence ensued, broken only when Alexander's gaze abruptly fell on a business card on the coffee table. Quinn's heart fluttered in panic, and as she moved to retrieve it, Alexander beat her

anxious

back onto the table, "If you're unwell,

trash. Her thoughts drifted to the untouched dinner, and she inspected the kitchen. The refrigerator was filled with

prepared pasta mechanically, serving two portions before realizing that Alexander might have already eaten. Alone at the dining table, Quinn quietly consumed her pasta. The other plate of pasta

night, she woke the