Ben's blue eyes lack warmth and it throws me off balance. Where is the love for his babe? No love for me since he has Olivia. I recover from the shock of his presence and school my face into a mask.
“You have to stop sneaking up on me like that,” I say, pushing my bag up one shoulder. “I don’t like it.”
Ben grunts and an unusual air of awkwardness settles over us. It feels like we are at the beginning stage of our relationship again. He doesn’t offer to take my bag like he would normally do. No notes either.
“Sorry,” he mutters.
There’s no trace of remorse on his face. No pet name. No gushing over me. He doesn’t try to peck me. He doesn’t even smile. We have not seen each other in over two weeks, the least he can do is pretend to be excited to see his girlfriend. Well, I’m not happy
