ZANDER
Tomorrow, we are switching back.
“I hope you brought my umbrella,” a man says behind me. I jump, backing away.
“Don’t do that,” I say, placing a hand on my chest. “You scared the s**t out of me.”
I take his umbrella from my backpack. “Here. It’s the most expensive-looking umbrella I’ve ever seen. I didn’t use it again after letting it dry.”
He takes it back, his fingers brushing against mine. I jerk away quickly.
“It’s a limited edition,” he says, smiling. “Do you want to get some coffee?”
I close my backpack, and like a friendly reminder, I see my passport.“I can’t. If this is what I think it is, I really can’t. I’m already seeing someone.”
Not just me, but Alex.
“Think of it as thanking me for lending you my umbrella,” he counters. He pulls out something from his breast p
