“What a coincidence,” Michael says with a practiced smile. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

He adds a forced laugh like that’ll cover his incredibly obvious lie. He’s literally at your place of work because he wants to see you. Michael’s been miserable since you dumped him. His moping has made Skeets force him to come here.

“Going to lunch soon?” he asks, knowing you are. He won’t admit to missing you, but he’ll follow you around like an aimless dog. “Please say yes.”