~Jennie’s~

“Don’t look at him, Jennie. Just breathe. Pretend he’s not standing five feet away like a ghost you still dream about.”

I try to focus.

Really, I do.

But the last day of this conference is dragging like wet clothes stuck to my skin. Every presentation blurs together—market expansion slides, logistics reports, another useless panel about branding and synergy and forced smiles. I nod. I scribble. I even smile when someone says my name. But inside… I’m tired. I’m so tired.

And I feel him.

Even without looking, I feel him.

Reo.

He’s here. Off to the side. Not talking. Not smiling. Just standing there with his jaw locked...