"Ethan," I breathed.
He ran up to me and then hugged me. "Cassidy."
"What are you doing here?" I noticed his luggage at my doorstep. "You just arrived? I thought you'll come back next month."
He looked at me at arm's length, "I can't wait going home. I moved my leave this week."
"So you're staying here for a week? Why are your things here? Didn't you have your own apartment?"
"I don't like it there, its so sad."
"So where are you gonna stay?"
"Here."
"Here, here? As in here? In my apartment?"
"Yes yes. You don't like it?"
I stood there immobile and speechless. Honestly, I don't know what to feel if he's staying here, but then again I have decided so I should go on with it.
"Ethan, I'm sorry you can't stay here. It's not appropriate."
"Appropriate? When did you start caring fo
