“It’s okay, Ben. No, we’re not seeing each other anymore.”
The elevator stopped at five, and the door opened.
Ben held the door as Ryan got off.
“Could I maybe give you a call sometime?”
Ryan half turned. “I don’t think I’m ready yet, but thanks.”
“Well, okay, maybe in a couple weeks?”
Ryan just smiled as the doors slid closed. It’ll take more than a couple of weeks, try a couple of millennia, Ryan thought sarcastically.