241 341 The Designer Is A Burly Man

October just stood at the center of the store without moving as she observed the burly main who moves more femininely than here with interest in her eyes. She looked at Lexus then the burly man and it was clear that the two were quite close considering their exchange.

Maybe because October was staring hard at the burly man, because he then paused in his crying with a delicate light pink handkerchief dubbing on his face with no tears.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before the burly man straightened his posture, swept his hair to the side and flashed a currying smile that made October shudder for some unknown reason.

As if pushed by wind, the burly man came face to face with October in one swift move.