I spent my night caught between questions about Knight from Excelle and the heat of another dream that refused to fade away even after waking up.
I got ready for work and was out the door the moment I was ready. I couldn’t stand another interrogation from Excelle, so it was better I went to work early—even if I had to stand out in the cold till Jean picked me up.
The moment I stepped outside, I drew a breath as some wave of disappointment settled in the pit of my stomach when I looked around and saw no one.
What was I expecting anyway? Did I expect Knight to show up with flowers and a box of chocolate like all those rich folks do whenever they try to show interest?
Nah, I knew better than that. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of not getting to see him this early like I did yesterda
