Ian cleared his throat. “Well to be fair, Jordan, the first time we met you approached me. The second time, I’ll give you random but the third time, I knew you were there. It was meeting Chrissy that was the chance occurrence that round.”
Jordan smirked. “I’m just fucking with you. Though you are actually making me start to question the universe’s plan for us. Unless, of course, none of this is chance and you really are some crazed-out stalker, watching my every move from the bushes and charting my day so you just,” he finger-quoted his next words, “show up.”
Ian shook his head slowly. “I swear not.”
“I know. Still screwing with you. I actually only started here yesterday so you’d have been hard pressed to know about it, short of knowing the owner.” Jordan suddenly stopped and leveled their gazes with a frown. “You don’t actually know the owner, do you?”
Ian’s eyes flicked from Jordan’s to the smiling Asian man behind the cash register. “I…err…no. Definitely not.”