A MUST REUNION

NICHOLAS:

About half an hour after I was compelled and intimidated by his voice to release my address, a knock along with the doorbell sounded all at once.

I do not need to see their hands to know who had politely rang the bell and who wanted to pull the door off its knots by his knock.

I swung the door open to Wendy, holding two bottles of red wine. He walked in like we jointly share the rent in his usual sophisticated outfit of pants and black shirt with the buttons, flared to the chest. His perfectly styled hair and impeccable scent filled my room which outshine the backdrop of my apartment at once.

He glanced around the spacious living space, his cold expression matching his demeanor. I couldn't discern his thoughts, which contrasted with his outward appearance. Without uttering a word, he walked to a corner and made himself comfortable.

Park remained at the door gawking me all over that I nearly got cursed with goosebumps.

"Damn you!" He made to walk in, but took a step back agai