Noah's Pov:
I turned and looked at the lady.
"Pablo's classic bar?" I repeated, and she nodded.
"I'm pretty sure he knows her very well because...they seemed really close at the bar. And he was in charge of makeup and organisation. So definitely, he knows her," she replied, and I cogitated a little more.
"Okay, thanks. As soon as the information is confirmed, you'll get your payment," I told her and hurried out of the office.
I needed to get to the bar. I needed to see him-my heart pounding with a mix of hope and anxiety, craving clarity about our connection.
I rushed into my car and i