"Are you free?" Sending another message to the black-haired woman, the phone falls on the table with a loud sound. Hugging face with hands, a deep sigh sounded, taking gaze away. Mentally, you were already preparing yourself for the fact that you would not meet today and it was not worth wasting time on your worries like that. Ada was a secretive person and she didn't even talk about her work. She kept changing the subject or saying it didn't matter. The relationship between you was uncertain, which was constantly confusing. And it was unclear how to behave with her, and how not to.

Leaving the prepared kitchen for today's holiday, you decide not to torment yourself with the desire to spend this day with her anymore. The body touches the soft sofa, putting your hands under your head, replacing a comfortable pillow. So you're left with an unfulfilled wish for this holiday and maybe a long nap will help you skip the rest of the day.

The soft sound of heels approached the sofa, noticing the sleeping landlady of the apartment. There was a slight rustle of paper as the flowers lay on the glass table. Ada took a deep breath, wiping the blood from her lip with her thumb. There was a slight concern about how much she offended you by her absence and how to fix it later. Heading to the kitchen, where there was a faint warm light, the woman carefully put away the food you had prepared, not wanting it all to disappear. "I'm sorry," Ada whispered, unable to say it while looking into your eyes.