Throughout the entire brunch meeting, my eyes stayed glued to Revon, who tried his best to avoid looking in my direction.

I honestly couldn't tell you what was discussed during those 2 hours. Rodney had kept jabbing me in the ribs to get my attention, I was meant to be helping him after all. Yet I couldn't focus on anything that wasn't a Revon Brown.

Even though I should have listened in for Rodney's sake, I don't feel guilty for ignoring him. Usually, I have little to no contact with people involved with the job. I'm a shadow working behind the scenes. So whatever was said today will probably be of little help to me anyway.

I know that my close friend put two and two together, especially since my staring wasn't discreet to someone that knows me. It probably looked as though I wanted to bury Revon 6 foot under. When in reality? I wanted to ask where he went, if everything was ok, explain that Rodney and I really were just friends.

Yet, the suggestive and knowing smirk I got from Rodney as the meeting came to an end told me that he saw through my death glare. This is the worst part of leaving people close to you. You can't hide a god damn thing.

I had tried to pull Revon aside before he left but there was no chance of it happening. He kept his head down and stayed close to his boss as he left, continuing to leave in a car parked out front. It was frustratingly annoying, to say the least. I figured that Revon had second thoughts after having time to himself after our date came to an end. It's the only thing that I could think of as to why he would give me the cold shoulder like that.

Rodney, Ms Raymond and myself were now left standing outside of the restaurant as the black work car drove away with the one who plagued my thoughts.

"Thank you, again, for all you did with my accounts, Ms Raymond. And as I said earlier, if you could send on your findings to Jameson here, that would be great!" Rodney says, snapping me out of my daze as I watched the car disappear around a corner.

"Please, call me Tracey. Ms Raymond's makes me feel so old! And of course, I have the address you gave me so I'll be sure to have it delivered." She gave us a small smile as she looked between us and continued. "You both make a great couple by the way!" Her smile grew even more. I knew she was a fangirl!

Rodney smiles back and nods in agreement before her words register. Straight away he flushes and coughs. "Us? A couple? God no, Hunny! I'm as straight as they come. Jameson is just a good friend of mine. I've actually got myself a girlfriend, soon-to-be fiance if all goes well!" He jiggles side to side with a huge grin on his face as he looks over at me. He is announcing his proposal to me also since this is the first I've heard of it. Firstly, 'as straight as they come'? Ya, right. As for the proposal, I keep my face blank as I take my eyes away from the car that is disappearing around the corner down the street to meet my friend's excited eyes, yet there is something off in his smile.

Jane is not someone I find myself comfortable around, regardless of how long I've known her. Rodney, Jane, Summer and I, all went to school together, though Rodney was a year ahead. We were a close group of friends who always stuck together. Rodney and Jane have been together since around then. Frankly, I don't recall them not being a couple. They seemed more like the best of friends though, rather than a couple for the most part. There was just something always off about there relationship, something didn't click. And for my relationship with Jane? It has always been a bit rocky. We clashed on everything regarding Rodney. So maybe I am biased when I say that she is a bit of a bitch, but I can't help it. She is. There are times we can get along, I do believe she is a nice girl but she is simply not my cup of tea, never has been. Rodney is completely oblivious to how I feel about Jane and vice versa. It is right in front of him whenever we are all together, yet he doesn't see it.

So although I want to slap him across the head for considering marriage with the woman, I can't. They have been together for almost a decade I'd say, and just because I don't approve of the woman, I can't deny that she knows Rodney better than anyone.

Instead, I just stare at him for a moment, taking in his happy state at the thought of marrying her. Tracey is looking Rodney up and down with a slightly confused look on her face and then shrugs her shoulders.

"Congratulations," I state in a blank tone. Rodney gives me a questioning look but the happiness doesn't seem to flatter. Jane better not hurt my Spice. I give a slight nod to Tracey before leaving the two of them in front of the restaurant.

I only planned on going for a morning walk to clear my head, yet within a few hours I have found myself more put out than before. I now have Rodneys money problems being sent to my door, a jealous CEO Lawyer pinning for my soon-to-be-engaged friend who wants to marry someone unworthy, and the nagging thought of Revon's dejected look and cold shoulder. What bloody annoys me the most is that I wasn't bright enough to get is god damn phone number this time either. The only way I can contact him is through Ellis Evans or Charles Dawson. And to be quite honest, I have had enough interactions with strangers and have been social enough over the past 24 hours. Also, I'm not sure seeing Ellis will do me any good, regardless of how close the two are. Yesterday, I felt too uneasy around him and was on guard for some reason. I'll need a breather from society before I can get back out there and face anyone like Ellis, or even Revon.

Just as I am about to round the corner to my apartment block, the sound of shoes running towards me catches my attention. I expected someone doing their daily jog to pass by but instead as I am about to move out of the way to leave them to pass, a body attaches themselves onto my back. The smell of cinnamon makes its way up my nose instantly.

Rodney's head peeks over my shoulder from behind to look at me sideways with a large grin plastered on it. "Hello again, Sugar. Long time no see!" He giggles before turning me around to face him. He holds me by my biceps at arm's length as he continues to smile. "Those 10 minutes were far too long apart! Let's not do that again. It would have been 5 but as I was trying to catch up, I bumped into someone!"

I look behind him as another figure strides slowly towards us. Dressed in overly ripped denim jeans that are cut off at the knee, a baggy grey t-shirt tucked in at the front and more than enough jewellery hanging off of his neck and arms. He looks bored with life as he gets closer but slowly a smirk takes its place on his mouth as he licks his lips slightly. Rodney moves out of the way smiling still as he looks up at the man. Once I am in arms reach, he embraces me in a tight hug. I return it wholeheartedly. We both pull back slightly and he gives me a kiss on both cheeks in greeting. Hands make their way to my face and cup each of my cheeks. Since he is taller than me by a few inches, I look up towards him and take in his freshly tanned complexion, dark brown eyes and slicked back brown hair. He takes me in also for a few moments, rubbing my cheeks with his thumb lightly. And as usual, he leans in and gives me a hard kiss on the lips, which I also return.

"I've missed you, Mi Querido. 2 weeks apart from you is not good for my soul. Both of you. Join me next time, will you? How have yo-" He stops himself from continuing as he continues to stare at me. Rodney is still smiling while looking between us to our side when Ignacio sighs and looks in his direction. "Rodney. Love. Can you not see he is gone into shutdown mode? He does not want us here. We could have come later like I had planned originally and suggested." He scolds the overly happy man who doesn't flatter when hearing the disappointment in the Spanish man's voice.

"Oh, I am fully aware." He smiles and looks at me proudly. Ignacio gives him a deadpan stare and he eventually continues to explain. "I noticed the moment we were leaving the meeting. And though I know sometimes one needs alone time, and he may claim this is one of them, it's not. He is my Sugar and I know this because I know him. This isn't the case. No, there is someon... there is something else going on, so he needs his Spice and he needs his Papi Pollito. We are going to go up to his apartment and cuddle him to death. Sound good? Good. Let's go."