Chapter 08

I adjusted the strap of my dress that insisted on falling on my shoulder and moved away from the hallway of my apartment.

My stomach growled loudly even though I had a very late lunch. It felt like a black hole was perfectly settled in my stomach.

I looked at the time on my wristwatch and saw that it was close to 5 p.m., a little earlier than I had imagined.

At least it made sense on an empty stomach. With night coming, hunger was already knocking on the door as well. As I descended the stairs of the building I was already formulating in my mind a suitable snack to savor as I sat on the bench in the square.

I thought of potato chips... Hm...

Nope. I think a milkshake would be a good idea or a chocolate bar... A pizza? I don't know...

The doubt consumed me, but I was already prepared to leave that building and walk to the hill where the neighborhood square was. I went downstairs like a rabbit, and when I arrived at the front desk to get my bag, the doorman wasn't there.

— Greg? — I