|Draven's POV|
"A double espresso, please." I tell the barista as I tap away at a message from Elias, not caring much about the bustling crowds of office goers around me in the coffee shop when I hear the most irritating voice in the world—
"Draven, didn't think you would be switching to double espressos, is it because you miss me?"
My nerves seethe with rage as I look to my side and find the one person I cannot stand in this whole world standing right in front of me.
"Jane." I mutter in a tight voice, staring at her with a completely blank expression while she takes another step closer to me.
"How've you been, dearest, I have missed you." She whispers, her nauseating perfume already giving me a headache, almost as much as her nagging accent.
"I cannot say that I share in those n
