Abby
The knock on the door interrupts my pity party, and for a split second, I debate whether or not to even answer it.
But before I can make up my mind, the door creaks open and I catch the sight in the vanity mirror—Karl, his blue surgical mask lowered, his brown eyes shining and a bouquet of flowers in hand.
“Karl?” My voice trembles. Seeing him makes my guard lower, and I can feel my shoulders relax. “I saw you in the audience, and I—”
He steps further into the room, letting the door close softly behind him. “I bought a ticket secretly. I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to surprise you,” he says, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
I feel a smile spreading across my lips. “Thank you. But…” I pause, taking in his appearance. “What’s with the surgical mask?”
