(VALENTINO'S POV)
I'm walking down the hall with my eyes glued to my phone screen, scrolling through some important messages.
I turn the corner without looking up and walk straight into someone.
"Shit, sorry," we say at the same time as my phone slips out of my hand.
I react on instinct, wrapping my fingers around it just before it hits the floor.
I finally look up and see it's him.
Michele.
I go completely still for a second.
He looks just as caught off guard as I am. The air between us immediately becomes tense. He starts rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes flicking anywhere but my face. A nervous habit I know way too well.
"I'll just…" He vaguely points down the hallway.
He steps forward and we both move at the same time. I block him without meaning to, our shoulders bumping again.
"Oh," I say. "I thought you were going that way."
"No. My bad," he mutters quickly.
We step back, recalibrate, and successfully walk past each other this time.
