Everything wasn’t normal. In fact, in the past months, everything had been a little bit too confusing.
For instance, why was there a rose and a handwritten note on the desk she usually sat on?
She didn’t even look at what was in it. She reluctantly brought the rose to her nose and smelt it, but that was that.
She was worried—a couple of things were really bugging her, and she wasn’t about to treat them as nothing anymore.
She could swear she saw him stiffen the moment she asked him that question. She took him unawares, and just when she was about to be sure that he was hiding...