I stared at him.
Seth Sterling.
My former flatmate. My accomplice in questionable university decisions. The man who once insisted instant noodles became a balanced meal if we added an egg.
Had apparently harbored romantic feelings for me.
Interesting.
Was everyone suddenly competing to make my personal life complicated?
"When?" I demanded.
"Final year. When we shared that flat with Marcus and Elena."
"You liked me then?"
"Quite a lot, actually."
"And you never said anything?"
"We lived together, worked together, and shared friends. I didn't want to make everything awkward if you didn't feel the same."
"So you suffered silently?"
"Suffering is dramatic. Although watching you look unreasonably attractive while eating takeout on the kitchen floor wasn't particularly helpful."
I laughed despite myself.
"Why tell me now?"
Seth glanced toward the restaurant windows. "Seeing you again reminded me of those days."
Not quite an answer.
