ah'

expected that. Sure, he had a certain cocky charm about him, but it wasn't just that. There was somethin

han asks, hands in his pocket

asing glint in my eye

d have to rethink m

"Lucky for you

of a car in the distance. The conversation between us flows as naturally as it had in the café. We talk about our favorite s

g pub, the kind of place Oliver has mentioned

iv

's not

there. She's laughing at something he said, and I swear I see his lips

is

t, Ethan stiffens besi

an mutters und

y from Oliver and

s locked on the scene

nk. "

ly, lowering his vo

h

over Oliver. We work together. We're friends. But seeing him with her-seeing the way sh

ll... close," Ethan muses,

eep my expression neutral. "Ma

uggests he knows better. He suddenly smirks

o quickly.

-hu

n. "Relax, Ji-ah. I'm just saying, for someone who works with Oliv

ocus on a nearby streetlamp. "It

the look on his face tel

hen to Ethan, and something shifts in his expression. His easy stance tenses, his jaw tightening ev

s in closer to Oliver, saying something too quiet for us to hear, and I

rom a drama I wasn't pr

htly, voice low. "S

eart pounding. "No

ns. "S

. "And tired. I shou

second before nodding

ward, refusing to look back. But I can feel

that I kind