章 44: Without Spoken Words

"How is Orion?" Gen asked. His tone was friendly, despite what others might interpret as domineering body language.

He offered her a glass of what looked like whiskey coke, but when she tried it, it was just coke. 

Celeste didn't answer, simply smiling as she continued to sip her drink. 

Gen leaned closer, maintaining the facade of someone with his girlfriend. The vague smell of an unfamiliar cologne invaded her nose, but Celeste didn't mind.

She was only slightly uncomfortable with how convincingly he played his role, leaning his cheek on her bare shoulder. 

"I know you can't speak, but can you at least write something down for me? I'm lonely over here. I'd rather stay in the office if it's like this," Gen said, almost pouting.

Celeste stopped drinking, the glass halfway to her lips, and then looked at this man who stared up at her with puppy dog eyes.