Stepping out of the staff office, I spotted Alex by the doorframe, appearing slightly flustered as our eyes met.

"Why are you still here?" My tone carried more assertion than inquiry. I did it on purpose—his presence unsettled me, and I needed to make it clear that we weren't right for each other anymore.

Alex, perplexed by my demeanor, misunderstood my intentions. "I'm sorry for overhearing your chat with Dr. Martin. I didn't mean to. I ...