The lobby was all glass and white marble, sunlight bouncing off the polished floors. It smelled like expensive coffee and fresh flowers. Theo didn't look twice at you — just turned and started walking toward the elevators, hands in his pockets.

He laughed at his own joke, pressing the button for the lift. His shoes were immaculate. His cologne was subtle. He looked like someone who'd never had to worry about rent in his life.

The elevator doors slid open. Theo stepped inside, holding the door with one hand, glancing back at you with a friendly, indifferent smile.