She arrived at his building with a mission, riding up the elevator with a purpose. But when she walked along the corridor, nearing his apartment door, she froze.
She could not manage to take the next step. Minutes or was it more had passed, but all she did was stare at the door. Suddenly, she regretted not taking more than one drink.
She started having doubts about her plans to confront him. She even forgot the lines she had been memorizing while on her way over. She came to see him so they could talk, but what was there to talk about.
Maybe she was just making a big deal of something that did not mean anything to him. She did not even want it to be a big deal herself. Then, why was she here about to knock on his door.
"Because there is seriously something wrong with him." She told herself, building up the confidence again to confront him. "You are just here to speak your mind and tell him what you think of him and his inappropriate action."
