It felt like the whole world around me had changed. Mister Alex was different. I was different.
I couldn’t fall asleep, thinking about him. About the way he wanted to see me—and how much I liked it. Liked it so much that it frightened me.
The next morning I woke up in a good mood. I didn’t expect to see Mister Alex at home, but I was glad he was. He was drinking coffee in the living room, working on his laptop. He often did that when he stayed home in the mornings.
I walked up to him.
— Good morning, Sir.
— Good morning, Lia.
He looked at me for a few seconds—and then looked away.
A cold look. A completely different person. As if nothing had happened yesterday. As if that evening, that table, his voice—none of it existed. As if I was the only one who remembered.
I didn’t know how t
