He wasn’t expecting that. He looked awkward, staring ahead across the street and not at me.

“I know you were waiting for me,” I told him. “Don’t pretend you weren’t.”

“How could you know that? I could have been waiting for anyone. You’re not normally out of there for ages now anyway.”

“Stop trying to fool me, Jay. I know you were.”

I found I was smiling, remembering all the times we’d spent together. I could read him like a book.

“Whatever, Rosie. I do have other mates you know.”

“I know that, but you were waiting for me. I could tell.”

“How?”

“You always have a particular scowl when...