The knock bristled again on the dark brown wooden door.
Emma squared her shoulders, and walked to the door, all the while wondering who could be at her door by this time of the night.
When she opened the door, she gasped a little as she found who was standing in front of her.
Derek.
"Hey..." She finally muttered, breaking the silence between them. He had just been staring at her, his forehead marred with straight lines of thoughts.
What was he thinking?
Had he perhaps heard Margo talking?
She hoped that he hadn't. She wasn't just in the mood for a banter.
"Aren't you coming in?" She asked, cussing her voice for being so hoarse. Well, she hadn't really slept for the night.
He didn't say anything still. He just passed through the space she had just created, and stood still at the centre of the room.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, after closing the door.
