Ben almost bumped into a man rushing out of the elevator as he stepped in. They both apologised, then went their separate ways. The doors closed behind Ben, amplifying the stench of dried sweat he’d noticed coming off the other man. Normally people got sweaty after the gym, but the bag and clothes indicated he was on his way to one.
Ben stared at his reflection on the mirrored sides. Straightened his tie and combed his too-long hair with his fingers. Get it cut. Shave the stubble.
Why do you care what she thinks?
Why do you care what she thinksEllie’s floor. He turned right and headed to the corner apartment, where he tapped. “It’s Ben.”
“Not locked.”
He raised his eyebrows and let himself in. The sliding doors to a long, wrap-around balcony were wide open and Ellie was outside, leani
