MAD OVER YOU
For the first time since Aiden walked into my office, he gazed up at me.
"It's you," he reveals.
An uncomfortable silence suddenly fills the air. Did he perhaps hear me wrongly?
"You seem to have misunderstood my question, Aiden."
"No. I didn't, Doc," he clarifies. "I saw you once at a café, Café Noir, three months ago. You ordered an Americano. Two packets of sugar. Then, you sat by the window sipping your coffee as you read a book."
I froze. I remember that day, but I don't recall seeing Aiden then.