"Marco?"
He froze for a second. That mysterious look of his never seemed to fade. I swear he looked at my exposed waist for a good two seconds, then back at my face.
“Leandra ....” His voice floated in the air.
I smiled. He remembered me this time. My subconscious had the idea of getting into the elevator, but before my feet had even taken a step, MMy subconscious was already pushing me toward the elevator, but before I could take a step, Marco closed the distance, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out onto the balcony, away from the crowd partying inside.
"Hey..." I greeted awkwardly. "Didn’t think I’d see you again."
What a lie. I spent three days just thinking about when I would see him again.
"How are you here?" he asked, not looking at me. Both of his hands were holding the bars of
