I noticed him immediately.
Not because he was loud—but because of the way he looked at her.
Like he knew her.
Like he had every right to stand there.
"Tamika," he said, walking toward us like he belonged.
She stiffened.
Just for a second.
But I saw it.
"Adrian," she replied.
So she knew him.
Of course she did.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes flicking to me briefly before returning to her.
"Working on a project," she said calmly.
"With him?" he asked.
Something about his tone didn't sit right with me.
"Yeah," I said before she could answer. "That a problem?"
His gaze shifted to me fully now, sharp and measuring.
"And you are?"
"Felix."
There was a pause.
A strange one.
Then he smiled—but it wasn't friendly.
"Oh," he said slowly. "So it's you."
My chest tightened.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," he said casually. "Just… heard about you."
From who?
Before I could ask, he turned back to Tamika.
"We need to talk."
Her jaw tightened. "Not now."
"It's important."
"I said not now."
The tension between them was obvious now.
Real.
Uncomfortable.
And suddenly, I felt like I was standing in the middle of something I wasn't supposed to be part of.
Adrian sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"You're making this harder than it needs to be."
"No," she said quietly. "You are."
Silence.
Then he leaned closer to her, lowering his voice—but not enough.
"He's starting to remember, isn't he?"
My heart skipped.
Tamika didn't respond.
And somehow…
That silence said everything.
I wasn't supposed to hear that.
But I did.
And now—
I couldn't ignore it.