At 7:45 the following morning, Violetta arrived in James’ apartment again. This time however, she wasn’t alone.
Dylan was sitting in the living room, watching television, when she entered. He raised his head briefly as he caught sight of her. “You’re back?”
She smiled warmly and nodded in response. “Of course. Did you expect me to wait outside?”
“No,” he muttered softly, shaking his head.
Violetta approached him cautiously before sitting down opposite of him.
Silence enveloped the two of them again, and neither dared to break it. Violetta had already begun to grow bored of staying in the same place, with the same person every day. She didn’t want to stay still anymore, and she also found her curiosity growing stronger every passing minute.
She was aware that James was busy and that h
