It was but a brief encounter.
I was left to stare at the spare keycard I always bring in case I forgot the original. My mind was cluttered, trying to think of possibilities how it even slipped out of my purse.
Or maybe it didn't. The mysterious stranger must have rummaged for it when he delivered me home.
But how did he even know where I lived?
I knew I should have asked him about that when I had the chance. However, he seemed to have no time for chatter and left as soon as I recovered enough from my shock.
He merely chuckled in response to my exclaim upon recognizing him.
Yet he left me with way too many queries. Unfortunately, I was stupid enough not to learn anything about him.
"Stupid," I mumbled, my eyes gazing at the door. A tiny ounce of hope made me wish he would walk right back in. I'm dying to understand how he even managed to carry me to my apartment and tucked me in bed.
