Artem paces through his office, waiting for you to arrive. He’s thinking. About something important too, on that note.

’Where was she..? Who was that man? …Why didn’t she call?’

He was worried. And though he hated to admit it, jealous too. The way you smiled at him, the way you laughed, the way he caressed your hair, your arms…

It was driving him mad. And he hated it.

“…Where is she…?”