"Thank you." - I mumble between my lips, sure that he would not be able to hear me for the volume of the music, but I am so estonished that I have to shake my head to return to reality:
"Thanks." - I stammer again, while Jack withdraws his arm and puts a hand behind his neck.
I can't hold back a confused expression, but past experience has taught me not to believe this bullshit anymore, especially since he's my ex, and the first thing I want to do is throw his gift in the trash.
He hasn't spoken to me for years, then he suddenly shows up in my office only to save himself from a legal process, while now he pretends to be innocent and surprises me as if nothing had happened.
Instead of remaining impaled in front of his figure, I decide to overtake him: if he thought that I would have done something else to thank him, I don't care.
