—Here's your tea, Mrs. Serafina," she announces.
«Thank goodness!»
—Thank you, Greta, that's very kind of you. —I quickly grab it from the tray and take a big sip through the straw. The cold satisfies me, but my thirst is enormous, just like the heat coursing through my body. I'm anxious and nervous, and his gaze isn't helping at all—. See you later.
After swallowing the cold liquid, I turn my back without waiting for him to say anything else and start climbing the stairs with all the confidence I can muster. I keep drinking the tea; I need it, it refreshes my throat, my head, my body, and my thoughts.
I don't turn around to check if he's following; his footsteps make it clear. His gaze fixed on my back does too. I continue my clicking steps as I cross, moving forward, completely nervo
