My heart jumps a little, I don't need to look at the phone. I know it's him.
I stand still for a second in the middle of the kitchen, feeling that little nervous tingle run through my body.
"Don't worry," I murmur to myself.
But I'm not.
I walk over to the sink and wash my hands quickly again. Then I put my hands in my hair, adjusting it a little.
I take a deep breath, walk to the door... But I stop before I get there.
The reflection of the glass of the oven gives me back my image.
I lean slightly toward it and arrange a strand that falls near my face.
I smooth the fabric of my blouse with my hands, breathe again.
My heart is still beating a little faster than normal. And then I walk to the door.
I take the handle, and open it.
When I open the door, there he is. Ethan.
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