The morning sun spilled its golden hues into Victoria's apartment, casting a warm glow on the room. As she awoke, a sense of contentment lingered from the previous day's memories with Alexander. The memories played like a movie reel in her mind—carousel rides, surprise movie nights, and the genuine laughter that echoed through the night.
She stretched, savoring the moment before reality fully set in. The joy from daydreaming about her romance was interrupted by a sudden, insistent banging on her door. Confused and slightly annoyed, she hurried to answer.
To her surprise, standing on the other side was Adam, her ex-boyfriend. His disheveled appearance and the scowl on his face hinted at the storm brewing within him. Victoria, in her pajamas and still caught in the haze between dreams and reality, raised an eyebrow.
"Adam? What on earth are you doing here?"
He scowled, "We need to talk, Victoria. You can't just vanish without a word."
