Adele was trained to notice even the most subtle change in her environment, not to mention that she lived alone and knew when something was not in place. And right now, whoever broke into her place tried his best, but that cologne gave him away.
Pulling out her pistol and holding it in a strong grip, Adele carefully stepped into the corner of her living room, using the wall as a shield before stepping into view, seconds away from pulling the trigger at the intruder only for her eyes to widen when her sight fell on Elijah sitting on her couch.
"Hey," He waved at her as if he owned the place while Adele's feet were stuck to the ground. What the hell?
Adele didn't lower her weapon nor did she let go of the trigger, her finger just rested there, her mind undecided. Of all people to break into her home, Elijah was the least of them and it was quite a shock, to see him once again.
