~Hermes~

“You’ve been quiet since we left SCC. What’s eating you?” Jake asks, signaling for another round.

I drain my glass in one go, but the burn do nothing to appease me.

Seeing June in that fitting room — it can’t be a fucking coincidence.

I earlier fed Charlotte some bullshit about an urgent office call to leave the building before I see her again, and dragged Jake out instead, though he wasn’t exactly thrilled, then somehow, we ended up in the one bar I swore I didn’t ...