Lucian and I hadn’t seen each other for almost two days. He had been working intensely at the office and had been staying at his own place for the past two nights. Elisabeth had told me to keep him busy, but he seemed busy enough already. In fact, he was so preoccupied that even I hadn’t seen him.
When we spoke on the phone today, his voice sounded strange, and he seemed reluctant to prolong the conversation, so I suggested going to his place tonight. My plan was to arrive early and prepare a meal for him.
I bought a nice bottle of wine and did some grocery shopping before heading to his place. I missed him, but the thought that he might not have time to see me only fueled the chaos inside me. As I shopped, I kept wondering if he was already tired of me. I wandered aimlessly through the
