Tessa
Cole pretty much left me standing next to the elevator with Elijah. We both don't know what to do now. Embarrassed by the silence that prevails, I look for an excuse to disappear. However, I can't get around Elijah.
He wears, as usual, a shabby pair of trousers, as well as a pair of blue Air Max and a wide grey T-shirt. The clothes are completely different from the one he wore in the restaurant.
Without another word, I detach my gaze from his fuzzy, dark hair and make an effort to make my way back to my room. But first he interrupts my plans: "Who was it?" The bad mood he seems to be in is reflected in his voice.
"I don't know what that means to you," I reply, trying to sound as bored as possible. But why he wants to know that, I'm more interested in this moment than I thought.
