"Hey there, Lance," Corless and Amirah greeted Lance with smiles, giving him a thorough once-over.

Dressed in a sleek black shirt paired with matching suit pants and leather shoes, Lance cut a dashing figure. His sharp gaze was softened by the glasses perched on his nose, lending him an air of sophistication and charm.

"Please, have a seat and set your things down. Carrying all that must be exhausting." Amirah found herself quite taken with Lance, though a nagging sense of familiarity tugged at her as if she'd crossed paths with him before.

"I hope I haven't made you wait too long. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I bought a variety of things. Mrs. Ramirez, here's a necklace for you. I hope it's to your liking. Mr. Ramirez, I've heard you enjoy a good drink, so here are two bottles of Lafite."

Lance placed the jewelry box on the table, sliding it toward Amirah.