Twenty one

Zeke's POV

I arrived at the forecasting company around the time I predicted Kamille should be done with her interview, but I had waited for a few minutes before I was told she was coming out of the building.

As I stepped out of the car, my eyes immediately locked with Kamille's, and I couldn't miss the shock on her face. For a brief moment, it seemed like time stood still as we gazed at each other.

Damn! How could I have missed how beautiful she is?

Just as quickly as she saw me, she recovered and continued walking. As she tried to pass by me, clearly avoiding any interaction, I couldn't let her slip away without a word. I reached out and gently grabbed her arm, turning her around to face me.

After a moment in my arms, she spoke up first, “Zeke? What are you doing here? Let me go, we are in public.”

“Kamille,” I said, my voice firm but gentle, “we need to talk.”

She stared at me for awhile. She seemed hesitant. But then she said, “Well, I don't want to talk to you and that's why I