Evelyn’s POV
Why was he here?
…Actually, it didn’t matter. If anything, he probably didn’t want to acknowledge me, so this was most likely just a coincidence.
I kept walking forward, dragging my suitcase behind me as the wheels rolled noisily against the pavement, the sound oddly persistent—like an overexcited little dog trotting along at my heels, whining for attention I didn’t have the energy to give.
And then—
beep, beep.
The sharp sound of a car horn cut through the quiet.
I turned instinctively.
Seattle was the kind of place where people treated silence like a shared agreement, where honking was technically allowed only for safety reasons and socially treated like a minor offense, so most drivers would rather sit through an entire green light cycle than risk being rude.
Which
