Four months ago, on my first day of work, I'd been running late.
I'd only been back in Seattle for two weeks.
I had to run for the elevator, making it just before the doors closed.
"Swan?"
I knew his voice instantly, my eyes widened as I came face to face with Edward for the first time in over two years.
"Cullen!" I gasped.
I watched several emotions flit across his face.
Before his features settled back into forced indifference.
"How are you?" He asked eventually.
Calm and controlled; purposefully unaffected.
And I knew then that I still loved him.
