Neat and appealing.

In a sour mood, Alexis leaned on the bar counter and smiled. "I'll pay you $5 million to sing for me all night, alright?"

Absolutely!

As Alexis left the bar, a cold smirk played on her lips.

Exchanging money for happiness is such an efficient transaction! She thought.

She brought that young man home, lying on the couch as he played the guitar, singing for most of the night. As drowsiness took over, she gestured for him to leave, but he wished to stay, half-kneeling by the couch.

Alexis gently tapped his face. “Then come here. Let me tell you a story."

He moved closer to her.

Alexis, her eyes closed, murmured, “Once upon a time, an 8-year-old girl found a boy and took him home! The boy was handsome. She treated him with kindness, never anticipating that he would eventually depart. He belonged to the wilderness, not destined to be confined to her small world."

The young man listened intently.

Alexis chuckled, tears streaking down her cheeks.

She drifted into slumber, a blanket tenderly covering her.

In the early morning, the apartment door swung ajar.

Leonel, carrying breakfast, was met with the sight of coats on the couch and two figures reclining there.

Alexis' face, nestled cozily in the arms of a young man.

In that moment, Leonel felt his scalp might burst from the tension.

"Who is he?"

His voice echoed in the spacious apartment, cold and outraged.

Alexis stirred awake.

Her eyes fluttered open, her long lashes quivering. Her gaze settled on Leonel. She shook her head, noticing the young boy who had also awoken.