Josh
I stir my iced coffee absently, my eyes flicking toward the door every few seconds.
She's late. Only by ten minutes, but still.
I don't want to be that guy. The clingy one. The insecure one. But something about the way Marcus was looking at her last night lodged itself under my skin like a splinter. I can't shake it.
The bell above the café door chimes, and relief floods me as Hailey steps in, cheeks slightly flushed from the wind, her hair tousled in that effortlessly gorgeous way that always makes me forget how to breathe.
I stand to greet her, and she gives me a soft smile before sliding into the seat across from me.
"Sorry I'm late," she says, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I lost track of time at the studio."
"With Marcus?" The question slips out before I can stop it.
She freezes for a fraction of a second. Barely. But I see it.
Her expression smooths over. "We were reviewing edits."
I nod, forcing a smile. "Right. Of course."
