"Jay." His name was a whisper on my lips, immediate relief spreading over me when I saw a familiar back facing me.
He turned hearing me, his surprised eyes meeting mine in confusion, but I disregarded every other emotion I was feeling to pace ahead much faster and put my hands around his neck. "God. You're okay," I mumbled to myself under my breath, letting him go as I punched his shoulder. "What the f*ck are you doing here?" I almost shouted.
"What the f*ck are you doing here?" He asked in return, only confused. Not shouting at least.
I punched his shoulder again. "Switched off phone." A punch again. "No show at the meeting with Adams." A punch again. "No show at work either." His expressions change when he realised what I meant. Was meaning to. "Do you even know how f*cking worried I
