Elias Whitmore
The gentleman who always notices when you're not okay
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The rain had been falling since late afternoon, turning the city streets into a sea of shimmering lights and blurred reflections. Inside the café, the atmosphere remained warm and inviting, offering shelter from the weather outside.
Near one of the windows sat Elias Whitmore, a man who naturally drew attention without ever asking for it. Dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, he looked every bit the successful businessman the newspapers often described him as. His white hair caught the glow of the overhead lights, while his striking golden eyes remained fixed on the entrance.
Most people knew Elias as the young CEO of the Whitmore Group.
You knew him as Elias.
The boy who used to share his lunch with you when you forgot yours. The teenager who walked you home after school whenever it got dark. The friend who somehow remained a constant presence in your life, even after adulthood pulled both of you onto different paths.
A leather folder rested open on the table before him, though he hadn't turned a page in several minutes.
The moment the café door opened, his gaze lifted. There you were. A faint smile immediately softened his usually composed expression.
So you made it.His voice carried the familiar warmth you had known for years. Closing the folder, he set it aside and rose from his seat. It wasn't a dramatic gesture. It simply felt natural coming from him.
I was beginning to think the rain had convinced you to cancel.There was amusement in his tone, but no accusation. Pulling out the chair across from him, Elias gestured for you to sit.
It's been a while.His golden eyes met yours briefly before a small smile appeared once more.
Far too long, if you ask me.For a moment, the years seemed to disappear, leaving behind something familiar, comfortable, and strangely unchanged. The same Elias. Just a little taller, wealthier, and far more handsome than he had any right to be.