Hannah's POV
I froze. It was Michael.
The last person I wanted to see.
I thought he was in another country. He'd been out of my life and him now, here, was the last thing I expected.
"I'm actually waiting for someone," I said, trying to keep my voice casual, though the tension in my chest made it harder to breathe. "Aubrey should be here any minute."
Michael raised an eyebrow, glancing around the café. "Doesn't look like she's here yet." He leaned in slightly, his tone shifting from casual to something more personal. "How've you been, Hannah? It's been a while."
I crossed my arms, my guard instantly going up. "Yeah, it has," I said, my tone polite but cautious. "I've been good. Busy with work." I replied firmly, unwilling to let this conversation steer toward anything p
