~ Adrian ~
I gazed at Emilia's door for minutes, refusing to knock.
She clearly stated I should let her be and mind my business.
My right hand held the door handle while the left held the little backpack I used in putting on a few clothes.
My initial plan was to spend four days in the penthouse.
But it didn’t work. I thought of her the whole time.
While I was conversing with Charlotte, her picture played before me. While I took the cigarette, it was still Emilia.
I concluded with Charlotte, dismissed her and carried my bag back to my pack.
I still got to the door of the person I wanted to see, refusing to knock.
I breathed; it would look desperate if I actually did it. She would see me as a fool or someone who can’t do without her.
I turned to leave when I heard soft sounds. I
