I hugged the sketchbook with one hand, which I also hadn't touched for a long time, while only a pencil was in my right hand.
I slowly peeked inside to see if he's already there, but his presence is nowhere to be seen. I slowly entered and looked around the room. The sheer curtain was dancing in unison due to open glass door. Some papers fell out and I immediately covered them up and returned them to where they came from. I slid the tips of my fingers on the smooth table it was clean, well, and organized.
"It's still early, didn't I say you would rest first?"
Quickly at 4 o'clock I turned to the source of that voice. I smiled at him and bowed every second our eyes met. I can't look at his eyes knowing that the excitement in my eyes are vivid.
Maybe what else would he think of
