Tristan's POV:

When she fails to answer me, I know something is wrong. I glance down at my watch. It's coming up for five.

I never leave before five but right now this is the last place she needs to be.

"Get your stuff together," I demand before darting into my office to collect my coat and laptop bag.

She's ready when I return. I start up an inane conversation, just in case anyone is paying us any attention and then offer to walk her out. She smiles ...