I sneezed and gently pushed the coat back. “No need to be so polite. I’m allergic to perfume.”
He looked surprised. “Weren’t you the one who loved—”
Suddenly, he stopped mid-sentence, stunned, then quietly took the coat back. He didn’t say another word and just angled his umbrella a little more in my direction.
But the two of us were far past the age of sharing an umbrella in the rain. And we had long lost the right to do so anyway.
I didn’t want to linger around him, so before he could say anything else, I quickly slipped into a taxi parked nearby.
The driver had been watching us while cracking sunflower seeds. He grinned and teased, “Miss, looks like someone was trying to hit on you. That guy’s pretty good-looking. Not interested? From the moment he walked out of the station until you got in this taxi, he kept looking back at you.”
I took two pills from my bag and tossed them into my mouth, speaking a bit unclearly, “Not interested. That was my ex-husband. We’ve been divorced for ten years.”