Nina
“Fancy seeing you here,” Justin said with an oddly warm smile. “Can I sit with you?”
I bit my lip and glanced around quickly, half expecting Lisa or someone else to be snickering nearby as if this was all a prank -- but there was no one else. It seemed as though he came alone. Why was he acting so different all of a sudden and dressed like Enzo? It all felt a bit weird and I didn’t really want to stick around to see what would come of it.
“I was actually just leaving,” I said, shutting my laptop and standing as I slipped my things into my bag. Justin looked immediately saddened, but what could I do? He was my ex and I had made it clear, multiple times, that I wouldn’t be open to any sort of friendship or relationship with him after I found him cheating on me with Lisa in my own bed
