Ella:

There I stood in my bathrobe, holding the doorknob in one hand and a bottle of Prosecco in the other mentally panicking while trying to register the very presence of the man I ran away from thirty minutes ago.

I felt shy although he did not even check me out as he shamelessly would before. He just stood in the pouring rain, silent with his trademark grim expression observing, his eyes grilling mine with every passing second.

“Your coat,” he said, handing me my brown coatigan which I must have left behind in my hurry to reach home.

“Thank you so much and I am so sorry you had...