(Blake's POV)
"Jesus!" Samantha exclaimed when she saw me standing in front of my wall aquarium.
I have been standing here for a while now, with my arms crossed, as I stared blankly at the glass. I got up early today since I couldn't sleep well, did several laps in the swimming pool, got dressed, and still I felt empty.
"Difficult project?" she asks, knowing I am in this kind of behavior whenever I am in my deep thoughts. "What happened to you?" she asks again when I did not answer.
She opened the fridge to get water, then turned to me as she opens the bottle.
"You're early," I said, not facing her, but from the glass I see her leaning on the refrigerator after she closed it, and right now she was looking at me intently.
"I felt guilty leaving you early yesterday," she said, although
