Ana had practiced her good morning for more than ten times now as she paced around her small room. A good advice. If one lived in a rat hole apartment, one should not do things that would require pacing or clearing of head. But it is ironic because a person who lived in a rat hole apartment like Ana would definitely need to think a lot. Thereby doing a lot of pacing. She couldn't count how many times she had hit her leg against the chair in her room.
While she was taking her shower, she could still remember that she had imagined at least ten different scenarios of how last night must have went and everything led to how she pounced on him and embarassed her whole human generation.
"What if he confronts me about it?" She asked herself, her gaze on the desk. She definitely hadn't read Dimitris letters last night. Afterall, she was too busy being a pervert to some innocent man.
