Ichabod is pleasantly surprised when Miss Mills knocks on his office door. Their appointment isn't until an hour later.
"Is this a bad time?" she says.
"Oh, no. Not at all. Please come in." He puts his paperwork aside.
"I know I should've called first." She closes his door and takes a seat.
"No apologies necessary, Miss Mills. What can I do for you?"
They haven't been in contact since being at Fredrick's Manor. The lines of professionalism can't be ignored now that Mr. Riggs has returned.
"We didn't get a chance to talk about Calvin."
"It is none of my concern anymore, Abbie. I understand. He is your fiancé. I do not have a say-so over the matter."
She plays with her nails. "He said he was sorry for just leaving like he did and for not being there for me. He wants to make it up to me. I.." She sighs. "I want to give him another shot. I should at least try."
"I hope your relationship works out for the better, Miss Mills."
"Crane—"
"You don't owe me an explanation."
He's utterly embarrassed and foolish for thinking she'd even chose him. He wishes he remained professional from the very beginning. Now, he's left with a heartache.
"It's the least I can do. I lead you on. I'm so sorry."
"You weren't alone in the matter. I have my part to play as well."
"I didn't tell him about us. Probably the best that way since we're starting over."
He nods. "Thank you for telling me this, Miss Mills."
"You're welcome." She pauses. "Ichabod?"
"Yes?"
"If I wasn't with Calvin…"
"I know, Abbie." He gives her a small smile and reaches across the desk to squeeze her hand.
She squeezes back and then gets up. "I'll see you in a bit."
"I will be here."
She smiles and leaves while he's left with the feeling of his empty hand.