THE MAN IN THE BASEBALL CAP
ISABELLA
I thought I ran into a wall.
The impact knocked the breath out of me, sending my purse flying from my shoulder, and scattering its contents across the marble floor like confetti. Lipstick, keys, a packet of tissues and my phone that skittered to a stop against a potted plant.
Oh my God, I'm so sorry—
I looked up at the person I ran into and it was a mad… he was older. I could tell from the lines around his mouth and the thinness of his wrists. But most of his face was hidden beneath a baseball cap pulled low. He was dressed casually on dark jacket, jeans and sneakers that looked expensive but well-worn.
Murmuring apologies, he bent down and helped me to pick my things, without looking directly at my face.
Weird. What is a man doing walking into a
