Chapter 17: Expressing Myself 

Chapter 17: Expressing Myself

Eltan Storm

I tapped my foot impatiently after ringing the bell of Faith's apartment for the third time.

It was eleven in the morning. Was she still sleeping?

Come to think of it, I didn't know whether she was a light sleeper or deep sleeper or early riser or late riser. I wanted to know that about her.

I raised my hand to ring the bell once again when I heard shuffling from inside a few moments before the door swung open and soon I found Faith standing in front of me rubbing her eyes cutely like a panda, dressed only in a long oversized t-shirt.

"Eltan?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Sorry to wake you up." I gave her a sheepish smile. "I was just worried about you. Why weren't you picking up your phone last night?"

"Oh, that." She stopped rubbing her eyes and pushed her hair strands out of her face and yawned. "I was out with some of my friends."

As she yawned, I could smell alcohol in her breath.

"Were you drinking?" I asked in disbelief. Didn't she say that