Aria took a deep sigh and walked down the hallway of the second door. She reached the door, about to knock when she realized the door was cracked open. She waited to catch her breath. She needed to do it, so she pushed the door open further and took a step in. There were no lights on inside the apartment, which creeped her out. She stepped inside, and suddenly a hand reached out to her, grabbing her around the waist. Someone's lips met her own, and she started fighting to release the grip. She ran for the light switch.
"Ezra! What the hell are you doing?" she screamed. He gave her a grin, walked over to the sofa, and patted the familiar black leather next to him. Her forehead crinkled, as she became more and more puzzled by the second. Her eyes searched the apartment. Well, spaghetti on the kitchen counter. He must have eaten that. His bedroom door was open in the small studio, his dark blue sheets visible in the distance. She always had a nervous feeling looking at his bed. And what else, his TV on standstill, and two bottles of whiskey on the living room coffee table.
Oh no, she thought.
