*knock*
*knock*
Alexandra thumped softly on the door. She stayed for a few seconds before the door clicked open.
"Come in." A voice from inside said and she walked into the room. The room was pitch black, except for the soft glow of the early morning sun.
"Ummm…good morning." She cleared her throat and uttered, she shifted her weight to her left leg.
"Is there a problem?" Michael asked, he glanced into her eyes but she wasn't staring back, her eyes were on the interesting floor.
"Yes…I mean, No. It's just… last night you were tipsy and sad, are..are you alright?" Her voice was almost inaudible.
Her words caught his attention.
"You saw me drunk last night?" He asked, pointedly.
"Yes, you..you held my hand and brought me to a corner, and…" she was cut off.
"Did I…say anything?...like a woman or something related?" He asked carefully. His tone was that of someone anxious.
