Nadia paces nervously around the apartment. “She saw my text. I know she did. Why didn’t she respond? Is she not coming?” She ponders these questions to herself, her anxiety building.
However, her head snaps towards the door as she hears the familiar footsteps approaching. Like a puppy awaiting its master’s return, she rocks on her feet before the door. The key slides in and with a clang, the mechanism turns, and the door opens slowly. A bunch of bags are the first thing to enter and are promptly dropped on the floor beside the door. Then, a stunning sight appears before her, causing Nadia to freeze in her tracks and do all she can to keep her jaw off the floor.
