Tyrone couldn't suppress a sense of delight upon hearing her words.

Sabrina responded with an eye roll, opting not to answer him directly.

“What brings you here?" she queried, believing he had likely misconstrued her motives, judging by that smile of his.

“There's a dinner party, Tyrone replied.

"I can give you a ride home."

"No, thanks. I didn't drink."

"In that case, I'll return in your car," Tyrone replied, a smile playing on his Lips.

Sabrina was taken aback.

“What about your dinner party?" Sabrina couldn't resist asking.

“It's over," he confirmed.

In the elevator, only the two of them occupied the space.

Sabrina lifted her gaze, fixing her eyes unblinkingly on the electronic screen displaying the floor numbers.

Tyrone, on the other hand, observed her with an intense, hopeful gleam in his eyes. A jubilant smile danced across his face.

He had been certain that Sabrina would eventually reconcile with him, but he hadn't anticipated it would happen so swiftly.

He was glad he came at the right time and overhear her words.

He continued to study her, his prolonged scrutiny beginning to make Sabrina feel uneasy.

She glanced sidelong at Tyrone, noticing the joy in his expression, and a sense of helplessness washed over her.

Feeling the need to explain herself, Sabrina cleared her throat and spoke.

"Tyrone."

"Yes?" Tyrone replied.