It should have been just once
I also hate that my pulse picks up over something this stupid.
“You don’t have to avoid me,” he says.
I laugh, sharp. “I’m not avoiding you.”
He lifts an eyebrow like he does when he does not believe me.
“I just have stuff to do,” I add. “And you have… construction to supervise.”
“I’m not supervising per se,” he says. “I’m just… here.” He points out.
We fall quiet again.
Through the window, snow drifts down in thin, lazy flakes, the look so pretty against the glass. I guess it’s that time of the year when things look generally better. well things that aren’t my relationship with Dev.
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