"W-what do you mean?" A question left Blake's lips as he stared straight at the couch which was now empty.
Lillian had left right after excusing herself since she found prolonging her stay there useless. She had done her part by sharing her thoughts with him. Now, the rest was up to him to decide whether he wanted to take her advice or not.
"When did she leave?" He snapped his head towards the door of his room and mumbled under his breath. He didn't see her leaving. Neither did he hear the door being shut. He was left flustered and confused by his thoughts alone, hoping to find a way to figure out what had just happened.
All he could recall was her telling him how he was overly dressed for his supposed lunch date. After that, it was nothing but a blur. He got too lost in thinking over her words, and his attire.
'What she said is true?'
Knock! Knock! Knock!
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a couple of faint knocks.
