Ben’s POV
Folding my arms over my chest, I follow her into the elevator and glance at her from the corner of my eye. During the short walk from the restaurant, she has barely said two words put together. Instead, she has shushed me whenever I have tried to initiate any conversation, insisting that she needs time to think before we talk. I know what that means. It's ‘Abby code’ for I’m about to hit you with a full-on f*****g interrogation. I can just imagine it now… her steely glare, her well-thought- through questions and her ice-cold responses. I can hardly f*****g wait…
It is amusing though, I can’t help but smirk just a little as I watch her brows furrow, her eyes glazing over as she loses herself to her thoughts.
The elevator door pings open and I step out, turning to raise my ey
