ALEXANDER
Katarina came into the living room, obviously taken aback by my visit, and I quickly said I hoped I hadn't come at a bad time, giving her the bouquet I'd brought.
I had no idea which flowers she liked and hoped she wasn't allergic to sunflowers. She accepted them questioningly despite trying to hide her reluctance, and I didn't know myself why I bought her flowers apart from the fact that she was a beautiful woman who, like all women, deserved flowers. Or maybe I did; maybe it was my way of apologizing for the inappropriate thoughts I had every time I saw her.
“Thank you," she said, brows still furrowed as she handed the bouquet to Ines before looking back up at me. And I explained that I felt awkward about how I left earlier.
“I had to rush to the office, and it was as I
