Chapter 8 Ex-girlfriend

• **TAYLOR**
• She rolls her eyes and bites her lower lip. That's not fair; it makes my heart race. I release her arm, trying to disguise the discomfort in my pants. I open the car door for her to get in, this time without offering assistance, and she enters without protesting. One point for me, Taylor. I just need to be patient, and everything will work out.
• We head towards her house, following the address she provides. It's close to the café where we were earlier, and Andrew told me she's addicted to coffee, so maybe she can't resist showing up there. Glancing at her, I observe her features while she's absorbed in her notes. I notice she has already sketched some ideas for the space.