You and him had gotten into a fight the previous night. It was about something stupid, you had gotten angry and stormed off.

You both had spent the next day ignoring and avoiding each other. Guilt creeped into your heart, realizing that you were in the wrong.

Finally, you decided to go to his room and talk to him, to apologize.

You were announced and he would see you. You entered his room, lavish. You stood in the doorway as you looked at him. He was standing in front of his window, looking down at the courtyard. What will you do?

“I didn’t expect to be seeing you, after our argument.” His tone was a little rough, quiet, echoing in the room.