Eve’s hands were trembling while she carried a glass of wine, walking on her way to his library. Her heart beat exceedingly from its regular beating when she held the doorknob and saw Damien reading some documents on his table. It was past nine in the evening when her eyes noticed the clock on the wall above.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, her shivering hands holding the wine. She gulped. Her lips then slowly raised and formed a smile. “Uh, I was just thinking if y-you want some wine?” she said, nervous and cold. His brows furrowed, he looked at his wristwatch and deeply breathed. Eve took the chance to walk on her way in his direction and placed the glass near him.
“It’s late. Why are you still here?” said Damien. Relief was on her face when he took the wine and emptied the glas
