I stood across the street, tipping my head back. My eyes following the line of the building all the way to the blue cloudless sky. Wondering if it was wise to go to work today. I should just call in sick like Jamie. Take the week off.

I place my hand over my mouth, stifling a yawn. I hadn't slept well since I ran out his apartment on Friday night. Even after I was done crying.

I had never felt so humiliated. So ashamed. I feel like such a fool.

My phone vibrated from inside my jacket pocket. Taking a deep breath I answered it.

"Yes" my tone cold, clipped.

"Finally, it's nice to hear your voice. Can I take you for coffee?"

"No" I don't recognize my own voice. My breath hitching at the sight of him, moving effortlessly amongst the sea of pedestrians, his phone close to his ear.

How long has he been watching me?

"You look beautiful Adela." he commented as he reaches me.

My lungs drag in a hasty breath as I urged myself to breathe. The atmosphere surprisingly hot or was it just me. Staring at Darryl's sensational body in his crisp, custom made three piece suit. Long arms, broad shoulders.

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The sun beaming brightly behind his head, momentarily blinding my vision. He is tall, towering over my five foot four inches.




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