Ryker's POV:
I pulled on the shirt, and I was this close to running behind her when the door opened.
"Did you just ask her out, and did she just reject your invitation?" Noah asked, blinking in disbelief, like he couldn’t quite process what had just happened. No one had said not to my invitation ever.
Reject.
The word rolled around in my head like a stone kicked down a dark hall. Sharp. Loud. Unwelcome. I hated it. I hated the sound of reject even if it was only for a coffee date.
"She did," I said stiffly, pulling on my shirt.
Noah looked at me, expression unreadable for a second. Then he frowned. "And you look... bothered."
"I’m fine."
"No, you’re not. Your entire face looks like you just bit into a lemon dipped in betrayal. What’s going on? This isn''t like you," Noah said with
