I gently knocked on his door, not wanting to disturb him abruptly if he was in the middle of something.
"Come in, Imara."
The revenant stationed outside opened the door for me, and I walked in, greeted with the mouth-watering aroma of coffee. Draco was seated on a cushioned arm chair, his feet resting on the desk in front of him. I had expected him to be in a formal attire, but he was wearing a plain, navy blue t-shirt, the sleeves bunched up to his elbows. His blonde hair was messed up, falling over his defined cheekbones, and a relaxed smile played on his lips.
"How'd you know it's me?" I asked, giving Irene, who was sitting opposite to him, a small nod.
She stood up immediately, and bowed her head, before leaving the room. The door shut behind her, leaving the two of us alone.
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