Chapter 25. Who Are You?

Camila’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, a bemused smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she read the message again. The stranger’s request tickled at the edges of her curiosity, a delicate tease that set her imagination alight. He didn’t want his face to be shown. How very mysterious.

“Okay, Zorro,” she typed back, smirking at the thought, “no face, no problem. But just so we’re clear, this isn’t some superhero cosplay thing, is it? Because I’m not exactly equipped to airbrush a mask onto your selfies.”

She leaned back in her chair, letting her long, dark hair spill over the high backrest like a cascading curtain. Her deep brown eyes flicked toward the corner of the screen, waiting for the telltale sign of his reply. The blinking cursor was a slow heartbeat, each pause stretching like a tiny eternity, building suspense as she imagined what he might say next.