Ella refused to look at him. Yet she could feel his eyes on her.
“I wanted to see the fireworks. I thought you wouldn’t be in.”
She heard him move towards her and she held her breath, but he walked past her, stopping before the glass walls staring at the city below. “It is an office party, and employees are required to attend.”
Ella squeezed her eyes shut, hoping and praying she was dreaming. Surely these things only happened in corny romance books and movies.
She looked at the doors, thinking of an excuse to come up with.
“How’s your foot?”
She stiffened at the proximity of his voice, how close he was. There was a faint scent on him, something she’d never gotten from him. Before she could ponder on it more he moved away, going back to the walls, hands in pocket as he watched the city.
Ella turned around. ‘Its better, the swelling has gone down. There’s just a light bruise.”