Evelyn stepped into the elevator on the twenty-second floor, balancing a fresh coffee and her tablet. The doors had just started closing when a hand appeared between them. They slid open again.
Enzo walked in.
Her stomach dropped the moment she saw him. The same sharp jaw, the same cold blue eyes, the same arrogant posture. The scene that had happened before flashed in her brain and her hand tightened around her coffee making sure it does't fall, she shifted to the corner so if anything was to happen she would at least not end up on the floor like how she did whenever she met him. He was here acting like he had never seen her before she wanted to smack that beautiful head of his but her hands were pretty preoccupied, He was standing close enough that she caught the faint trace of his scent, she breathed it as she did the air and she didn't feel like it was something very familiar. It was then the next moment the heaviness of her back hit her again,
