Walking up the stairs in her apartment block was the most daunting thing Daniella had ever done, and she'd hardly lived a vanilla life. Heart fluttering like a bird inside her chest, she took every step with painstaking hesitance. Once in the comfort of her home, she'd have to do something very much out of her comfort zone - talk to Andrei.
A part of her couldn't wait to hear his smooth-as-honey voice again, but for the most part she was petrified. The fear of rejection - or worse yet, nonchalance - was greater than anything else. For Daniella, the feeling was comparable to jumping out of an aeroplane with a parachute, not knowing what the chances were that it would deploy.
When she climbed the last of 3 flights of stairs, she contemplated whether or not to ask to see him or simply tell
