CHAPTER 13

LEO...

I paced in her little apartment. Off-white walls, a queen-sized bed that made a squicky sound once you got in. An unmatched couch. A little fridge and beside it a little kitchen space.

A stuffy room with lethargic decor sense, much less a woman's room. It seemed she rarely came here or was too careless to care about these things.

Slumping on the couch, I glanced again at the little clock on the east-side wall. Probably the only thing that was placed carefully on the off-white wall.

It's past Midnight and she is still not here. Where on earth did she go at this hour? Boyfriend? My brow arched at the thought, yet the idea immediately hushed away.

She didn't seem to be one with a Boyfriend, especially the way she behaved so naive around men. I could be wrong, but my senses didn't disappear with my memory, so...

Where she could go then? My thoughts were crumbling with no satisfying answer. And much more exhausting was I was too bored to even think of a stranger and her whereabo