I fetch a dress to change from my luggage bag and stepped into the washroom ignoring him.
I changed to a formal mid-length comfy dress, freshen up and splash some cold water on my face a couple of times trying hard to get rid of my anxieties. I wiped my face with the towel, brush my hairs with my fingers and reluctantly moved out.
My eyes landed on him and he has removed his coat and folded the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows and was lying on the bed half hanging down, and busy turning the page of some random magazine.
I ignored him again and was about to move when my foot stuck in his feet and while trying to balance myself, I fell on him.
"I am sorry," I said trying to get up and our eyes met,
I looked into his dark chocolaty eyes as if I am searching for hope to sustain with
