He stood in a blue shirt and trousers with his back to the car and his arms crossed over his chest, and I knew he was waiting for me.

This was the wrong time and the worst place to meet because things were beyond my control.

My heart squeezed in my chest at seeing him, and our eyes locked. He had the same formal and blank look he'd had on his face when we interacted with each other at the university a few days ago.

After almost a minute of a locked gaze, his eyes wandered ...