“Riley,” I manage from near the door, but he doesn’t have the same reaction. Instead, he launches himself to his feet and throws some cash on the table. He says something I can’t hear from across the café and turns.
A man with a tray of drinks walks between us, and when he’s out of the way, Riley is exiting at the side door.
“Riley, wait,” I yelp out.
He turns, and he looks exhausted. “Listen, Finn. Sorry. But I am having a shit day, and I just... You’re the last person I want to see right now” He winces hard. “Fuck. I don’t. Sorry.”
I wince, too, stinging from those words.The last person I want to see right now.This is all more than I can process, and I search for my response.
I’m about to tell him that it’s me, to explain about the flower and everything, but he doesn’t give me a chance.
“I have to go,” he says and rushes out the door.
