She’s Not My Type

Stone perfume company~ Noah’s Office

Noah was working on a file when his two friends. Alex and Damien entered his office

"Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," Noah said, his eyes fixed on the documents in front of him. "What brings you two here?"

Alex and Damien exchanged a look, their expressions inscrutable.

"We thought you might be missing us," Alex said, leaning against the doorframe with a cocky grin.

Noah scoffed, his pen scratching across the paper. "Miss who," he said, his tone dismissive. "I've been handling things just fine on my own."

Damien's eyes narrowed his expression hardening.

"You can't hide from us forever, Noah," Damien said, his voice low and dangerous. "We're your friends, remember? And friends don't keep secrets from each other."

Noah's hand stilled, his pen poised over the paper. His eyes flicked up, meeting Damien's gaze head-on. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his tone hard and suspicious.

"Oh, please," Alex drawled, rolli