Erika stood on her balcony; she was wearing her short shirt that almost covered till the middle of her rumps. "I didn't want to treat Rafael like this, but lots of things had changed between us," Erika whispered as she took a sip from her cold coffee.
The night seemed so calm, with less noise and more darkness—just a dim light that was coming from her room. She kept staring at the stars; she had to go to the company.
"Hey Mrs., you will get cold if you stay for too long, then you will come to me to cure you," Ronald shouted as he grabbed Erika's attention. She had forgotten why she locked the balcony in the first place.
Erika gave him the cold shoulder as she eyed him while putting her coffee cup on the table. Her steps were light, as if she had trained for a long period to have that unnoticeable walk, as if she was afraid to hurt the ground.
