It was too creepy, standing in here like this. Like I was sneaking into someone's life.
But too bad; everyone already knew me as a prying creep.
I drifted farther in, my eyes flicking over everything. Even the punching bag and weight set looked like they'd been lined up with a ruler. Not a thing out of place.
Where was he? Showering? On a call?
Still, my legs carried me toward the bench. I set the tray down, staring like a fool at walls that told me nothing. There was nothing special about this gym, but I couldn't leave. My feet felt glued to the floor.
One last glance around the room, then I picked the tray back up again.
Don't ask me why I put it down if I was only going to pick it back up. I couldn't answer that myself.
I turned toward the door, ready to leave, but it swung open first.
I jumped so hard my heart slammed in my chest. The tray slipped from my hands, everything crashed to the floor in one clattering mess.
