Joselle cat-walked toward them, the rhythmic click of her heels slicing through the stillness of the hospital hallway.
Her luscious black hair cascaded down her back, catching the low light in silky waves.
Plump, crimson lips curved into a practiced smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Her model-like figure, accentuated by the fitted jeans and top she wore, made her presence impossible to ignore.
She stopped in front of Jason, eyes roaming over his cast before she tilted her head, a nostalgic glint in her gaze. "How are you, Jason?" she asked, voice smooth and saccharine. Her manicured hand reached out, brushing the edge of his cast. "Remember when I used to sign your cast in school? All over, until there wasn't a spot left?"
Jason's expression remained icy, his eyes hard as he pulled back just enough to break contact. "Things have changed, Joselle," he said, the coolness in his tone making it clear he wanted distance.