DAMON
It was time to speak to Evelyn and I was… scared to my bones. Look, I wasn't scared of her, but rather how she made me feel. How vulnerable I was when I was around her.
I walked up to her door and tried knocking several times, but I couldn't bring myself to. What if she gets angry? Why was I even doing this? She would see this as an attempt to get her attention, wouldn't she? Wait… wasn't it?
Just as my mind puzzled itself with burning questions, Evelyn opened the door and gazed blankly at me. She bit her lower lip for a split second and all I could think of was taking a picture of her.
“You don't plan to spend a year here, do you?” Evelyn asked, taking her gaze to the ground. “Yeah, I have been watching you stand here for over ten minutes now.”
“Uh …I—”
She cut in. “Come in
