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.