CAMILLA'S POV
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I'm caught off guard when I strut down the isle, pushing the cart and Jared stands there, staring at me while he holds a bottle of milk. "What are you doing here?" I stop in front of him, glancing around. "I need milk," he shrugs, holding it up. "On this side of town?" I raise my eyebrows at him, and he shrugs again. "Jared," I sigh, "If you want to see me, you could have said so." My tone is colder than I expected, and I glare at him, "Come on," he shrugs, "It was a coincidence that I ran into you," he shrugs, "Then what are you doing this side of town?" I ask.
He falls silent, and then says, "Work," his excuses are the same over and over again. "I doubt it," I deadpan and his head pulls back shocked. "Why do you always use work as an excuse?" I question him. "If I wer
