*POV Derby*
For the rest of the week, I made avoiding Jordan part of my daily routine.
I came in earlier than usual, lingered at my desk long after everyone else left, and quietly changed little routines I'd followed for years. It was ridiculous, but somehow it felt easier than risking another unexpected conversation.. None of it made much sense, yet every adjustment gave me the illusion that I still had some control.
The strange part was that avoiding him never seemed to work.
Some days he'd pass me in the hallway on his way to another meeting, offering the same polite nod he'd give anyone else.. Other times, I'd glance up from my computer only to find him already looking in my direction. The moment never lasted long, but somehow it always stayed with me. Never a word. Neither of us s
