8. An Unfairness

"Marco?"

He was silent for a moment. He always had this mysterious look. I swear he looked at my exposed waist for two seconds, then back at my face.

"Leandra ...." His voice floats in the air.

I smile. He remembered me this time. My subconscious had the idea of getting into the elevator, but before my feet had even taken a step, Marco reached over and grabbed my hand. He pulled me out onto the balcony, out of the way of the partying crowd.

"Hi...," I greeted awkwardly. "I didn't expect to see you again."

What a lie. I spent three days just thinking about when I would see her again.

"How on earth did you get here?" he asked without looking at me. Both of his hands were holding the bars of the balcony. His gaze wandered far into the unknown.

I followed the position of his body. My face was hit by the cold night breeze. "It's Kim's coworker