Following the jarring collision with Lawson outside the hospital, Camila's already frayed nerves snapped.
"You again," she muttered, her voice flat. She couldn't believe her luck—or rather, her lack thereof. Now he had to materialize at such bad timing.
Lawson's brow furrowed. "Do we know each other? 'Cause I don't know why it seems you know me from somewhere."
His eyes scanned her face, a flicker of confusion mixed with something else.
Camila tightened her grip on her purse, trying to maintain her composure. "No," she said, cool and dismissive. "I don't believe we do."
She tried to move past him, but he shifted, blocking her path.
"You were quite rude in the elevator, telling me to stop staring. That implies some kind of… familiarity."
"I was stressed," Camila retorted, her voi
