The sound of the elevator dinging had you glancing up from your paperwork. You watched Jericho enter the makeshift office space. “Cute scarf,” you said. His eyes had been on you the moment he departed the elevator.
“Where were you this morning?” he asked. You huffed a laugh and refocused on your paperwork.
“Here,” you answered before he could think you were ignoring him. You heard his mouth open, no doubt to chastise you. “I called you. It’s not my fault you smashed your phone,” you said. Jericho shifted but you paid him no mind.