"What are you doing over here?"
Emma's voice was laced with a hint of confusion as she looked at me standing at her doorstep.
I knew it was a strange move on my part, showing up unannounced at her house, but I had my reasons. I peeked through the door and pointed towards the interior, hoping she wouldn't turn me away.
"May I come in?"
The strangeness in Emma's expression became more prominent, but after thinking for a while, she stepped to the side, letting me in.
"Well, sure, I guess. It's not like I can stop you anyways."
"Thanks."
I grinned, relieved that things were flowing more smoothly than I had expected.
As I stepped into her living room, I took in the surroundings. The hall was cozy, with warm lighting and a plush sofa. But my eyes were drawn to the tall chandelier hanging from the ceiling, sparkling in the soft light.
For a moment, I thought that I felt something. I was sure of it.
