I set my sandwich down slowly because my appetite was already draining the second Caleb’s smug face appeared across from me. The cafeteria was still buzzing around us—silverware clattering, laughter echoing from a table of athletes, someone’s phone blasting music until a friend told them to shut it off—but it gradually faded and was replaced by the suffocating weight of Caleb Whitman sitting across from me like he had every right to.
“What are you doing here?” I finally asked flatly, taking another deliberate bite just so I wouldn’t throw the sandwich in his face.
His grin widened and oozed that golden-boy charm he thought could melt anyone. “Relax, Sky. Can’t a guy say hi to his favorite ex over lunch?”
“Favorite ex?” I scoffed, swallowing hard. “That’s… generous.”
Caleb then chucked
