Running Away

Nathaniel's POV:

I realized as I stared at Lydia that she was at the brink of crying as soon as she hung up the call and my heart clenched. I knew it had to be because she hadn't apprehended the murderer. In a second, we made eye contact and my heart rate picked up for some odd reason.

"Sir, your order is up." The barista announced and I smiled small collecting my cup of coffee. I paid and headed straight to Lydia's table and she watched me intently all while like she knew something I didn't.

Did she know I had the video? Did she think it was planned?

"May I join you?" I questioned pulling down my nose mask and she gestured for me to take a seat.

"Is there something I can help you with Nathaniel?" She asked with an attitude and rather than being intimidated or behaving she would hit me, I took a sip of my coffee and gathered my words.

"Come with me to the station."

I spoke sternly, putting on an emotional face when all I wanted to do was to ask how she is and playfully question her wh