Or rather, someone was on my mind.
Lena.
Since that night at the warehouse, I’ve kept my distance for the mean time. I took Lorenzo’s advice. Simply throwing her into a world with no breakpad would scare her away, and I didn’t want that. It’s just been a few days, but goddamit, it's been hell. I wanted her so badly, it felt like a charm had been cast on me, and it took every form of restraint I had to stay away. But I couldn’t. That woman was driving me mad. Every night I stood up painting her in all the positions I could think of, different positions I wanted to put her in, but memory and imagination were not enough, I needed to feel her presence physical.
“Work?” Nancy asked. Her voice pulling me out of my own head.
Nancy let out a soft laugh, leaning back. “You know, you should re
