It was a thirty-minute ride, given that it was rush hour. She would still arrive earlier than nine. The sooner she could be done with the delivery, the better.
She watched the streets silently, though her heart was unsteady. She was about to visit his house. No! She wouldn't enter even if she was invited. Why was she that anxious?
Probably because she was feeling guilty because she wanted to peek into his personal space. No matter what a scumbag he was, deep down inside she was still attracted to him. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame — exactly like the song says. Her reason was strong, but there was something, possibly stronger, that was pulling her to him.
The moment she saw him crying, the moment his armor was gone, and something sensitive appeared beneath, her own resolve
