After fifteen minutes of getting nowhere, I needed caffeine. Badly. The office café beckoned like a sanctuary, promising coffee and a chance to clear my head.
I grabbed my mug—a chipped thing with cats on it that Mom had given me last Christmas—and made my way down. The café was busy with the usual mid-morning crowd, and the smell of coffee and pastries filled the air.
While waiting in line, I checked my phone. No messages from Alexander. Of course not. What had I expected? A heart emoji? I snorted at my own ridiculousness.
Coffee in hand, I claimed a table by the window. The hot liquid burned my tongue, but I welcomed the sensation. Anything to distract me from replaying what had happened in Alexander's office.
"Did you see her with that guy at a restaurant last week?" A woman's voice
