(Elle’s POV)
Ava kept glancing at me after she returned to her table. I even caught her opening her mouth but closing it again, sighing as she shook her head like she was having a silent debate in her mind. When she could not hold it longer, she turned her swivel chair, facing me.
“Elle,” she called, almost in a hushed tone.
I turned my head to her, but my lips were pressed together, not wanting to begin the conversation.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” she asked worriedly, her eyes blinking at me as if I would transform into something else.
“What do you mean? I don’t understand,” I muttered, lowering my head and pretending to look at the files on my side.
She sighed. “I won’t ask for details, but you and Aiden…” She groaned, shaking her head. “You have to be careful. You don’t kn
