“Want to go there?”
“Okay.”
“You’re so easy to persuade,” he said, turning toward the elevator at the far end of the floor. I followed.
“Didn’t even need to bribe me with sugar,” I said.
“I wonder what I could get with a piece of a donut.”
“That might earn you some time with me on the rooftop.”
He glanced at me, brows raised. “The helipad?”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
“That’s an odd place to spend time, Sloane.”
“I’m odd like that.”
“I’m intrigued.”
This time, I was the one who glanced at him. But he kept his eyes ahead as we continued walking.
We stood side by side, waiting for the elevator. The cafeteria was on the second floor, and I was grateful Gabriel hadn’t suggested we take the stairs to the fifth. It was also a relief that we were the only ones waiting.
The elevator doors slid open, and there he was.
Cameron. Alone in there.
These coincidences kept happening, as if the universe had a twisted sense of humor, placing us in each other’s path just enough to stir things up.
He stood against the back wall, head down, hands in his pockets, wearing his blue scrubs with a black long-sleeved shirt beneath. He looked up and saw us.
There was a brief, silent standoff—a moment of held stares—before Gabriel and I stepped inside.
“Sloane,” Cameron said, his voice low.
To Gabriel, he gave only a nod, and got one in return.
“Hi,” I replied softly.
Gabriel and I leaned against opposite sides of the walls, facing each other. All of us were quiet, heads lowered.
It was Cameron who finally broke the silence.
“Where are you both heading?”
“To the glass balcony on the fifth floor,” I said, lifting my head to meet his eyes.
“Oh,” he mumbled, looking surprised, glancing at the coffee and the plate of donuts in my hands. “Taking a break?”
“Yeah. I still have another half hour.”
“Okay,” he muttered.
I didn’t say anything more, and neither did he. The three of us just stood there in silence until the elevator stopped at the fourth floor.
Cameron stepped out. “This is me,” he said as he walked away. “I’ll see you.”
