Michael
James’ eyes narrow in a way that I’ve not seen before, but which clearly spells trouble….
Oh, shit….
Charlotte’s gaze flicks to his and then breaks away. She releases Haswell’s hand as though it might bite her, looking to me. I give her a long glance and then I look away.
The whole thing happens in under a second, but….
His voice curt, “Shall we go?” says James. “I’m all done here today.” He spins and exits.
I nod politely to Haswell, then, “Thanks for the coffee, Francis, was it?”
She smiles. “You’re welcome.”
Charlotte and I trail behind in James’ wake.
Out of earshot of others, I murmur, “Never thought I’d see that…”
“What?” Her voice is low and….
…. Does she realise yet that she’s got trouble coming…?
“James showing jealousy over you. Didn’t think he had it in him.”
She wrinkles her nose. At any other time, it would look charming, but now my stomach clenches….
…. Fuck… It’s me too….