Scarlett
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I finally looked up at him. Viktor adjusted his huge glasses, his eyes darting everywhere except meeting mine. He really was a dork — the classic awkward nerd in an oversized hoodie, shifting from foot to foot like he might bolt any second.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, stepping around him and heading straight for my door.
I hated that he lived so close. Hated the reminder every time I saw him.
Back inside my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and decided it was time to sleep this whole weird day off. I had just pulled the covers back when a soft knock echoed through the room.
I narrowed my eyes. Who the hell is that?
“Who is it?” I called out.
“It’s me… Viktor,” came the quiet reply.
I sighed deeply, already annoyed, and opened the door a crack.
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