Chapter Twelve.

"I like you a lot" Isabella reminisced Daniel's words as she walked back home after a long day. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched but each time she turned around, it was nothing—there was no one. So to take her mind of her paranoia, all she could think about was their moment in the closet.

"I like you too" She muttered, feeling like a child in love again.

As she made her way up her apartment building, she hefted out her keys. But once the elevator opened, her eyes were met with a set of familiar ones. "Patricia?" She surprisingly called, seeing her hovering in front of the door. The woman who had a phone on her ears put away to look back at Isabella.

"You're back" An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, showing she had been waiting for long. "What are you doing here?" Isabella asked, pulling from the quick hug they shared. Patricia pulled off her glasses that was probably worth twice Isabella's rent. And she could see the remorse in her eyes.

"I just wanted