Annalise walked back and forth in front of Rafael's door, still contemplating if she should take the tea to him or just go to her room despite the fact the tea was already prepared and in her hands.
Annalise stopped and looked at the door. She had already gone through the trouble of making the tea herself, but it wasn't too late to take it back to the kitchen and go to bed.
"I can only blame myself for this," Annalise said, carefully pressing the tray to her body and holding it with her left hand. She used her right hand to knock on the door. She then moved quickly to hold the tray with two hands again.
The last thing she needed now was for the hot tea to spill and burn her.
Annalise waited for him to come to the door instead of going inside like always did. She did not want to walk in and disturb him if he was getting dressed or doing something else.
"Don't tell me the night I decide to make tea he has no problem falling asleep," she muttered.
