Anita’s Pov
I watched the representative walk toward the exit, relief washing over me. It was finally over—or so I thought. Just as I turned back to Zach, ready to let go of the tension, I noticed him stop abruptly near the door. He stood there, frozen, staring in my direction. His hesitation made me uncomfortable. What now?
Zach noticed too. “What’s his deal?” he muttered, leaning in closer to me.
“I don’t know,” I replied, my voice tight with annoyance. “Let’s just hope he’s not here to drag this out again.”
The representative turned and started walking back toward our table, his eyes locked on me like he had suddenly pieced something together. The look on his face wasn’t the smug, professional mask he had worn earlier. This was different—curious, maybe even shocked.