"Fuck"
I quickly dressed up. It's so embarrassing. It's not like I'm at fault.
Who would have expected her to show up here? That too, in this hour. She must be crazy.
What should I do? Do I open the door and talk to her, or do I act like I didn't see anything?
I prefer going for the second option.
Wait, how long has she been standing there? If anyone sees this, I'm going to be dead meat. I'm going to be the biggest talking point. And all the things that I had carefully planned would go to waste. I can't let that happen.
I hurriedly opened the door.
"What do y..."
Before I could complete my question, she hurriedly barged into my room.
Hey, this isn't your room. How can you force your way into someone else's room like that?
She quietly went and sat in the chair.
The atmosphere in the room was tense. It was suffocating. It was almost as if I were confined to a small space with no room to move.
What is the cause of this atmosphere?
