It was better to let sleeping dogs lie.

To her, Leonel was like someone who, after sampling various delicacies, suddenly realized the comfort of home-cooked meals.

But why should she be the one to satisfy his newfound appreciation?

In the days that followed, Alexis put Leonel out of her mind, focusing on her own life.

Their paths crossed again at a banquet.

It was only when she was leaving that she noticed Leonel. Dressed in a dark floral formal suit, he stood out with his height and style, surrounded by a bevy of admiring women.

Alexis didn't engage in the lively scene. She observed quietly for a moment before deciding to leave early.

Ross, her driver, was waiting downstairs. As she approached, he promptly opened the car door for her.

She slid into the car, ready to leave.

Just as Ross was about to close the door, a firm hand stopped him.

Alexis looked up to find Leonel standing there.

Ross, caught in an awkward situation, asked, "Mr. Douglas, didn't you drive here?"

Leonel, his voice low and steady, responded, “I could use a lift."

Ross glanced at Alexis, waiting for her cue.

Understanding that Leonel was persistently seeking her attention, Alexis leaned back in the seat and said softly, “Let him in.”

She scooted over and instructed Ross, "Head home."

With a sigh, he obliged. Once Leonel entered and the car door was closed, a subtly charged atmosphere enveloped the space.

Alexis' choice of perfume seemed to accentuate the romantic undertones, given the close proximity of a man and woman in the back seat.

Resting her hand against the car window, she asked in a light tone, “What do you want?"

Leonel questioned her directly, “Why didn't you answer my calls?"