Ahmose paced the familiar veranda absentmindedly as he practiced over and over again the apology. He hoped she'd bring herself to forgive him, to accept him afterwards. He paced the place, damn he was nervous!
He glanced at his wrist watch and it was past six, he gulped and resumed practicing the apology.
“What do you think you’re doing at my doorstep?” her voice jerked him to reality.
Ahmose jolted to a halt and he tilted behind to the voice, before turning well to face her. A smile lit his face, he smiled at her, at an Ella who had just closed from the day’s work, he smiled as if nothing had transpired between them in the morning and she hated it. “What do you think you’re doing at my doorstep?” she repeated, scrutinising him from head to toe.
“I came to apologize,” he mumbled.
Ella
