~Hermes~
“You’ve been quiet since we left SCC. What’s eating you?” Jake asks, signaling for another round.
I drain my glass in one go, but the burn do nothing to appease me.
Seeing June in that fitting room — it can’t be a f*****g coincidence.
I earlier fed Charlotte some bullshit about an urgent office call to leave the building before I see her again, and dragged Jake out instead, though he wasn’t exactly thrilled, then somehow, we ended up in the one bar I swore I didn’t want to come to.
How the hell does that even happen? Out of all the fitting rooms on that floor, out of all the women I could’ve walked in on half-naked… it had to be her.
What the actual f**k? For a moment I thought I’d finally lost it. She shouldn’t have been there — but she was. Standing in front of me, lips pa
