Winter stepped out of her car, careful not to draw attention as she slowly approached Eric. She waited until the man who handed him the bag disappeared down the street before closing the distance.
She didn't plan to make contact—at least not directly—but fate had other ideas.
Eric turned too suddenly, bumping into her with enough force to send her stumbling backward.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going—" he started, only to freeze the moment he recognized her.
"Winter?" he breathed in disbelief, instinctively reaching down to help her up.
She was supposed to be at Greyson. What the hell is she doing here?
Winter lay sprawled on the pavement, groaning with exaggerated frustration. "Of all the damn people—why is it always your stupid face I run into?" she snapped, scowling as Eric knelt beside her.
