He took a small drink of coffee looking at nothing, he was so eager to run wherever he went that the blonde will meet to ask for forgiveness a thousand times or even more. Whatever it was, he needed to stand in front of her and tell her how sorry he was, that he was an and that he understood if she didn't accept his apology.
He had practiced those same words so many times that he already looked like a robot.
Not to mention the times he had been in the elevator, with his index finger inches from the button that would take him to Abbie's floor, again and again his hand went down without force. He had no face to go see the beautiful girl he had hurt.
I wasn't able to look her in the eye and tell her I'm sorry; he could talk about anything with any woman, he could spend the day saying stupi
