Soraya
This was a friendly visit, nothing more, but I couldn't stop thinking about our previous visit and its eventfulness. Deep down, maybe I'm hoping for the same thing to happen, and that's why I was nervous. During the elevator ride, I was still trying to figure out how to bring up the subject of us having our own house. Since I put mine up for sale, we will need a place to live once we get married. I don't think I'm overthinking or overdoing it, right? It's normal to think about those things, but I finally convince myself.
All those thoughts went out of the window when I entered his office and found him looking like a tornado had gone through him. His hair wasn't styled as usual, his tie was undone, and his frown looked painful. I was afraid the veins were about to pop.
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