Helena's POV What has it been? Months? Years? Gosh.I can't remember the last time I saw those lights or came close to anything like this.He must be kidding me. How did he—“An arcade?”Barron glanced at me briefly. “Yeah?”I let out a small, surprised laugh before I could stop it. “No, I just—didn’t expect this.”“I think that works better.”I shook my head slightly as I stepped out of the car, stepping into the sounds spilling out from inside.“So this is your grand plan, Mr. Barron?” I asked, glancing at him.“You know you don't have to call me sir,” he suggested and I gulped. “We aren't even on work grounds,” he added and I rubbed the back of my hand.“But we are still in our working clothes, and you are still my boss,” I argued.He stopped abruptly, pulling me close till his lips were just a fraction away from my ears.“I'm not your boss outside here, Helena. Don't kill the fun,” he added and I gulped hard, nodding as he let go.“Let's go,” he suggested and walked ahead.I ling
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