He's really here. Dressed in a simple matching blood-red satin shirt and pants. His hair for the first time since I've met him is not perfectly styled to the back. It's messily set all over his head. But he still looks good.
"You're really here." I say. "I don't believe this, you must have crawled through the window or something." I say and he chuckles, still standing by the open door of my closet.
"I assure you Kiva, I hardly climb anywhere. Come I'll show you." He suddenly says.
"Show me what?" I ask.
"Show you that I'm really coming from my home and that I came through this door." He says and I stare at him for some moment. Still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he really is in my bedroom right now.
I stare at the window, then I shift my gaze back to him. "Oh, alright fine!" I say and begin to walk toward him.
"Lock your door first."
"No need, there's no one in this apartment but me." I wave to indicate the whole place.
