Charlotte's POV
"Jack?" I asked without fluttering my eyes; it felt so surreal to see him again; I thought he had already left Barcelonia.
My heart raced as I looked at him, climbed out of his pick-up truck, and walked closer to me without taking his gaze away. I stood on the pavement with my mouth agape as I stared at his handsome face; he looked so boyish, wearing simple clothing—a pair of faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt.
He took the grocery bags from my hands, which was when I snapped back to reality and moved as far away from him as possible. I didn't want him to know my heart was dancing with too much happiness when I saw him.
"What are you doing here, Jack?" I asked coldly, as if I wasn't happy to see him at all.
