Lola barely had time to register the chill in the air before she felt it—the sharp, unmistakable distance stretching between her and Yemi. It was in the way he walked ahead of her instead of beside her, the way his hand no longer lingered at the small of her back when they moved through a crowded space. It was in his silence, the kind that used to be comfortable but now carried an edge, like a blade pressed just close enough to remind her it was there.
She hated it.
And she hated that she had no idea how to fix it.
“Are you going to keep pretending I don’t exist?” Lola’s voice cut through the tension as they stepped into the elevator.
Yemi didn’t look at her. “I’m not pretending.”
“Really?” She let out a sharp laugh, folding her arms. “Because you haven’t looked at me in two days. You
