After the competition, Joshua offered to give Thalassa a ride home, but she politely declined.

As she watched Joshua's car pull away, Thalassa lowered her lashes, about to hail a cab, when a smooth voice stopped her. "Thalassa."

Turning around, Thalassa caught sight of Callum approaching her with a gentle smile.

She blinked in mild surprise. "Mr. Gordon, you haven't left yet?"

"I was waiting for you," Callum replied, his eyes twinkling with a neighborly warmth.

"Waiting for me?" Thalassa echoed, puzzled.

Mr. Whitman's car and figured I'd be driving home solo," Callum shared with a tender

so formal, waiting around

Callum replied, the picture of a gentleman. "Skipping out on my private invite to compete, huh? Strutting your stuff in the competition isn't a bad way to make a

then smoothly shifted the conversation

bit sheepish, Thalassa said, "Right now, I'm just an unknown designer. Even if I create the perfect piece, it's tough to make sales. I wouldn't want to cause

the business side as you, we'd all starve," Callum joked as he opened the car door, inviting Thalassa

refuse, Callum added,

her into the car, especially

"Thanks for earlier. Without you, I wouldn't have been

formalities at this point, aren't we?" Callum said with

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