ARIA'S POV
I told myself I wasn't thinking about whether he'd be there.
I went twenty minutes early to prove it. I planned to order my coffee, open my laptop, pull up the work I needed to finish reviewing. It was a completely normal Tuesday. Or so I wanted myself to believe. Just me, and work. But he was already there.
He sat on the same table as last week. And on the surface in front of the empty chair across from him sat a second cup. He looked up when I walked in, not quite eager. Just someone aware of their surroundings.
He slid the cup toward the empty chair without saying anything.
I on the other hand understood the invitation and sat down. I looked at the coffee. Flat white. He was already back to his screen.
I didn't say he was right. I picked it up, took a sip, opened my lap
