He looked even more handsome than I remembered. But then I reminded myself he wasn't exactly a saint either.
He'd been stringing someone else along back then, and now he was back to mess with me.
I decided to pretend I didn't know him. I shot him a glare and walked to my desk.
That evening, the company had a welcome dinner. I spotted the girl from that video call years ago.
When we were alone, she came up to chat. She said I was the girl Simon had been talking about all these years.
I was confused. Talking about me in front of the girl he liked? Was he out of his mind?
I tried to leave, but Simon caught up and teased me.
Apparently his colleague hadn't explained things properly, and I still had the same temper as always.
"You're the one with the temper."
"And don't listen to your
