Elena
It doesn't take long before I hear a knock at the door. I rush up from the couch to answer it.
"Hey," the man before me says. He doesn't seem to be quite sure of himself.
"Hi, come in." I awkwardly step aside for him.
After he steps over the threshold and off to the side, I close the door and begin to play with the sweatshirt sleeves. "Do you want anything to drink? I can make coffee, or there's water...?"
"Water is fine," he voices as he takes an unsure seat on the couch. I grab a bottled water from the fridge then walk it over and sit beside him; I leave enough room so neither bubble bursts.
"How are you?" I ask, handing him the water, trying to create small talk. I never was one for small talk.
With a shrug, he responds while staring at the bottled water. "I'm okay, I suppo
