The quiet sound of Cosette's flat sandals as she walked to the elevator came to a halt. Her eyes slowly panned up, catching a figure that came from the end of the corridor.
As soon as Cosette met the person's gaze, her irises dilated. Shock also washed over the man's face as if he didn't expect to see her in this place.
'Asher,' her mind whispered the man's name, sizing him up on instinct.
Asher was in his white coat with a formal suit underneath it. Deep lines slowly appeared between his brows, as his shock was replaced with curiosity. He took a step after a moment, advancing in her direction until he was standing in front of her.
"Cosette…?" His brows rose, a little lost from this sudden reunion. "What are you doing here?"
Hearing his voice after years put a smile on Cosette's face. She studied him for a moment, detecting the difference between the Asher she used to know and the man standing before her.
