As we walked through the hallways, his colleagues passed us with curious glances, probably thinking something was happening between us. In the past, this might have moved me to tears. Now, I felt nothing. The love I once had for him had faded, replaced by a hollow emptiness. He was still as handsome as ever, but it no longer mattered.
As we reached the car, I opened the door to slide into the passenger seat—only to see Lucia already sitting there, carefree as ever, licking an ice cream cone.
My hand froze on the handle.
“Just sit in the back, it’s the same,” Bryce said casually, opening the door for me as if this was how it always had been.
I slipped inside without a word, keeping my gaze fixed out the window. Lucia turned and grinned at me, her lips sticky with melted ice cream. "Bryce picked me up earlier and I happened to sit here. I'm too lazy to move. You don't mind, right?"
“It’s fine. Just a seat,” I muttered, my eyes drifting to the melting ice cream in her hand. Bryce never let me eat in his car—something about keeping it clean and free of smells. Yet here she was, effortlessly breaking his rules.