Callie POV
“Calliope, please,” he says, and I take a deep breath, looking around and finding a small cafe with an outside sitting area. I point at the location, and Jagger lets out an exasperated breath as he follows me. I walk in front of him, taking control of the situation. I need this conversation done. Nothing he can say to me will make things return to how they were.
As we reach the little cafe, Jagger pulls a chair for me, and I raise an unimpressed brow at him, and he keeps his eyes on me. “Don’t look at me like that, Calliope. You might hate me right now, but I am still a gentleman,” he says, and I shake my head slightly, sitting. Jagger walks around the metal table and sits in front of me. His eyes scan my face, probably trying to find clues about how I will behave today.
“Calliope, I want to apologize,” Jagger say
