Sophie barely slept that night.
Whenever she closed her eyes, Adrian's face appeared in her mind like a lingering nightmare.
The next morning, after finally gathering herself and preparing to head to the ballet studio, she opened her apartment door.
Adrian was leaning against a car downstairs.
The ground around him was littered with cigarette butts, and he looked exhausted. He seemed to have waited there all night.
As if sensing her presence, Adrian lifted his head.
Their eyes met.
In an instant, his gaze lit up.
He hurriedly opened the car door and took out a large bouquet of bright red roses and a box of freshly baked pastries, still warm.
Sophie lived far from the bakery. A round trip would take at least two hours. It was hard to imagine how Adrian had managed to bring the past
