After leaving the shop, I found a quiet spot to sit across the street. I checked the time and realized it was close to when Ashton would finish work.
Maybe I could wait for him and we could return home together.
I bought a cup of milk tea from a nearby stall and sat by the roadside, holding it in both hands as I watched the flow of people pass by. The steady rhythm around me felt oddly calming, like being wrapped in something familiar and safe.
Stacey and Felix came out of the men's wear shop about an hour later. I didn't approach them again. We were never close, and there was no need to force a conversation.
They walked together, fingers loosely intertwined, their steps light with ease. There was a quiet closeness between them that didn't need words.
Stacey left after receiving a phone call.
Felix stayed behind, waiting near the entrance. Soon, a black Maserati pulled up in front of him. My eyes lingered on the car as something inside me tightened without warning.
