I don’t look at him – I keep my eyes forward, tossing my heels on the floor in front of me as I attempt to put my belt on. It retracts twice, and I blow out a breath when I finally manage to click it in. I try to ignore the addictive scent of mint, cigarettes and Tom Ford’s Noir. The same aftershave he’s used for years. I try to ignore him, but his presence is everywhere, even after two years of silence between us. I cross my arms in front of me, glancing at him sideways. “Lu said she was picking me up.”
