- Six Years Later -
It was a cold night in Chicago, and it didn't take long for me to rush into the building, with my hands shoved into the pockets of my coat. I greeted Gilliam -the doorman- with a polite smile and rushed to the elevator. My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans, and I grabbed it to check it. A message from Aiden popped up in the screen. I didn't read it, knowing what it must say, and waited for the elevator doors to open, as it had already arrived at my floor.
When I stood in front of my door, there was no need for me to take my keys out because it swung open, giving sight of a very pissed off Aiden. I tried my best not to laugh and walked past him, and to the kitchen, not needing to look back at him, to know he was glaring at me from his spot.
I could hear footsteps
