“Well, this is me.” She announces, looking up at her building and back at me again. "Thank you for getting me back home."
“Don't mention it. Here, this is my card. My lawyer has already started drawing up the divorce papers. We’ll meet up in a few days, and you can sign it. Sound good?”
Shayla takes my card and looks at it before looking at me and frowns. “Tristan? I thought your name was Cole?” She questions.
“It is. I prefer to be called Cole outside of work,” She nods, satisfied with my answer, and tucks the card in her pocket. Wow, she genuinely doesn’t know who I am. That actually makes a nice change.
“Well. I guess I’ll wait to hear from you. I will text you my number,” I nod, and we look at each other awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to act. Do we shake hands? Do we hug? What is the appropriate etiquette here? Shayla turns to walk away but stops suddenly, takes the ring off her finger, and hands it to me. “We’ve never met before, right?” She questions, looking over my face, her eyes narrowed.
I shake my head and shrug. “I don’t think so. I would have definitely remembered meeting you.” I answer with a smirk, and she blinks up at me, surprised, her cheeks turning pink. Oh fuck. If that isn’t the sexiest thing ever.
Shayla clears her throat and nods, "Thanks again."
I smile at her, “Thank you for an eventful weekend, Shayla Hart.” Shayla nods, mumbles a goodbye and turns to walk away. “I guess I’ll be seeing you in a few days…wifey.” She stops, turns, and glares at me unamused.
“Don’t call me that.” I chuckle and watch her disappear into her apartment building. What an eventful forty-two hours.