A few minutes later Kate and Elliot came in and both stared at me intrigued.

—What happened? —Kate asked, sitting next to me.

—I'm so sorry, I know you're all trying to make me remember Christian, but I can't take it anymore. He doesn't know what it's like to see him every day and asking myself what he and I have in common, seeing him here only made my head hurt, I asked him to stop coming. —I said as she stared at me.

—Yes, I think that would be best. —she said, hesitating for a moment, and as she looked briefly at Elliot.

—Yes, that would be best. —I replied as I smiled slightly at him.

And so the days began to pass again. Christian didn't come back for the apartment anymore and I thanked him. I felt much better this way. I knew he was calling to find out about me, I knew it because when Kate answered the phone she was staring at me. Two weeks went by and finally the cast was removed. And a week of rehabilitation later it was already Sunday night, tomorrow I started working again. I couldn't wait to leave the apartment and walk through the central park again, breathing and enjoying the fresh air. Now I had a different reason to walk. My car had been wrecked in the accident, as had my phone. At least the sketchbook hadn't been so badly damaged by being in a plastic envelope, although I hadn't opened it since the accident, I really didn't feel like drawing. I lay down on the bed and after setting the alarm clock on time I laid my head on the pillow and fell asleep instantly.

It was strange that I woke up without the alarm clock ringing. When I looked at the bedside table the clock was ticking around 7:30 am. Shit! Not again, why did that alarm clock do this to me. I got out of bed and quickly passed the bathroom, well as fast as my leg allowed me. It's still not a hundred percent of my capacity. I came out of the bathroom and went through the fridge where I took a yogurt.

—Kate, I'm leaving, I'm late. —I shouted a minute before going out the door of the apartment and calling the elevator that arrived quickly.

Five minutes later I found myself stopping a taxi in front of the apartment. I got out of the taxi 15 minutes later and walked as fast as I could. I had recovered well, but still couldn't run. I greeted at the entrance and headed for the elevator that quickly took me to the basement. After the doors opened I went to where Mia and Ethan were.

—How are you feeling?

—Are you all right? —They both asked me, looking at me worried.

—I'm fine, it just caught me a little late. —I said as I looked briefly at the supervisor's office where the windows were closed.

No, not again. If there was one thing I remembered perfectly, it was what Mia had told me about the supervisor and how strict he was about schedules.

—I'd better go and explain why I was late. —I said while they looked at me without saying anything while I was on my way to the office.

I knocked on the door and after hearing a voice asking me to come in, I turned the doorknob opening it and entering the office with my head down.

—Excuse me, Mr. Grey. —I said as I closed the door behind me still looking at my feet.

—Good morning Anastasia. —and that's when I looked up.

Christian was sitting behind the desk and staring at me. It had been a long time since I had seen him, but he continued to look exactly as I remembered him. He was wearing a white shirt and a black jacket, without a tie. But something continued to make no sense. What was he doing here?

—You! —It was the only thing that occurred to me to say while he kept staring at me.

—I see Kate forgot to tell you. —he said, running one hand through his hair.

—Tell me what?

—It's not obvious. That I'm your boss. —he said while I stared at him gawking.

—I don't really remember anything yet. — I explained.

—Yes, I see. But I am familiar with this situation. —he said with a slight smile.

—That I do remember. —I answered him while he looked at me in astonishment and hope. —I remember being late on the first day of work, but I don't remember anything else. — I answered him while he looked at me disappointed.

—But sit down, so you can explain why you were late. —he said to me, pointing to an armchair in front of his desk.

—I was late because the alarm didn't go off. — I said to him as I sat down and he laughed. —I'm sorry this is so funny, but the truth is that this is no funny for me, I don't like to be late and much less to be scolded. —I said to him while I stared at him and he tried to stop laughing.

—I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, this already happened once, even if you don't remember it. It just seems funnier to me now. —he replied still laughing and making me laugh too.

We laughed for a while until he stared at me.

—I missed seeing you smile. —he said to me as I looked away from his disturbing grey gaze.

—Then will you scold me? —I asked him while he got serious again.

—No, I'm not going to scold you. —he answered me while I breathed a sigh of relief.

—Thank you. — I answered him sincerely.

—You can go back to work. - He said to me as I nodded and got up from the chair, going to the door and out of there.

And then hundreds of questions began to haunt me in my mind. What was our relationship like? How had I ever fallen in love with him? I imagined that I had been, even though I didn't remember it. How could I remember everything?

Even though I didn't remember anything about him every time I was in his presence, I was nervous and didn't know why. His penetrating look of a deep grey disturbed me. I had to get him out of my mind and not force things to try even if I had to remember something about him. I smiled to myself as I shook my head. It was totally illogical to want to get it out of my mind so as not to think about it, only to try to remember it later.

The truth was that I didn't know why I wanted to come walking today when my leg still hurt a little, I think I would go home in a taxi. At noon I went out to lunch with Mia and Ethan. On our way back we laughed out of the elevator and it occurred to me to look at Christian's office and he signaled for me to go there. I went to his office trying not to lean too much on my foot. Just going out for lunch had apparently been enough for today. I knocked on his office before entering and then walked past closing the door behind me. Christian stared at me before offering me a seat.

—Please sit down. —I walked, trying not to make him notice that my leg was hurting, and I sat down in front of him.

—You say.

—In what you came today? —he asked me while I looked at him strangely.

—I was going to walk, but it caught me late and I took a taxi. —I answered him while he stared at me.

—Are you going to walk back? —why so many questions.

—Maybe, I don't know. —I answered him while he was still looking at me.

—Does your leg hurt a lot?

—How do you know my leg hurts? —I inquired with curiosity

—I've been watching you. Why didn't you say anything?

—It didn't hurt much. —I answered him while he continued to look at me very seriously.

—When we're done, I'll take you home. —he said to me while I looked at him amazed and stunned.

—You don't have to bother. —I asked him trying to prevent him from taking me home.

—It's no bother, please, I insist, I want to make sure you get home safely. —he said to me as he looked at me tenderly.

And for a moment I held his gaze and could not refuse his request, not when he looked at me in such a way that my heart accelerated in my chest. His way of looking at me, didn't know why, but it made me nervous and I didn't understand. It was 5:30 pm and after saying goodbye to Mia and Ethan, explaining that Christian was going to take me, I went to his office.

—We can go whenever you want. —I told him opening the door of his office.

I didn't know why I had accepted his offer to take me home, but on one hand, he was my boss and I didn't want to challenge him.

—Let's go then. —he got up from his chair and came out of the office.

I carefully walked down the stairs to the museum entrance and from there we drove to his car. I literally kept my mouth open when I saw him. Christian opened the door for me and after I got in, he turned the car around and got in it. The trip to my apartment was quick and when he parked the car turned towards me.

—Wait, I'll open the door for you. —he said, getting out of the car and turning around.

He came to my side and opened the door offering me his hand to get out. For a moment I thought about it, but in the end I decided to take his hand to get out of the car so I didn't force my leg too much.

But as soon as I stretched out my hand to take his something strange happened. The first thing was the electric shock that went through my body as soon as our hands touched and then it was the strangest thing. At that moment when we touched each other I stood frozen in front of him still holding his hand and images of the two of us began to pass through my mind, occasions when he had given me his hand. The first image was helping me to get up from the ground after falling when I hit him. And the last one I saw was our intertwined hands as we walked at night toward my parents' house. I didn't know how long I had been holding his hand, so I quickly released it and lost my balance, but I didn't fall. Christian quickly held me with both hands. I stared at him and wondered what that was all about. Christian looked at me strangely.

—Are you all right?

—What was that? —I asked him while he looked at me worried.

—What happened? —he asked me intrigued.

—I don't know, I think I remembered some things. —I said to him as he looked at me now with curiosity.

—What did you remember? —he asked me intrigued.

—Just a few flashes of us holding hands. —I replied, summing up what I had remembered.

—Nothing more?

—No, I'm sorry.

—At least it's a start. —he said as he released me.

—Thanks for the ride.

—Can I pick you up tomorrow? —he asked me, staring at me.

—I don't know, I don't think that's a good idea.

—I don't want you to walk to work, at least let me do this for you, just to make sure you don't strain your leg. —he said to me while I looked at him briefly without knowing what to answer.

I knew it wasn't a good idea, but my leg hurt a little and I didn't want to walk, much less be taking a taxi every day. I had also remembered something, that although it wasn't much, they showed me many things. They showed me the way he looking at me, of smiling at me when he touched the palm of my hand or when he intertwined their fingers with mine. It made me feel that our relationship had been deep. His gaze on those memories seemed like love.

—It's all right. —I accepted and for a moment he smiled at me in the same way that he did in the brief memories I had just recovered.

I said goodbye to him and went up to my apartment. Kate was in the kitchen preparing dinner and turned around as soon as she felt the door close.

—You're here now, you left so fast in the morning that you didn't give me time to tell you anything.

—Don't bother, if it that Christian is my boss, I know. —I said to her as I sat on a bench.

—And how did it go?

—Good. —I replied as I smiled briefly.

—You're happy or they're my ideas. —she said as she squinted at me.

—You won't believe what happened. —I told her as she left dinner and paid all her attention to me.

—Tell me everything.

—Christian brought me, my leg hurt a little. — I explained while she looked at me a little strangely.

—I didn't know it hurt.

—It didn't, it started to hurt a little when I came back from lunch.

—I thought you didn't want to know about Christian.

—He insisted on bringing me back when he noticed that my foot hurt.

—Very kind of him.

—Yes, very kind. Anyway, the strangest thing happened when he helped me out of the car.

—What happened? —she asked, curiously intrigued.

—When I took his hand to get out of the car, I remembered some things.

—What did you remember? —she asked enthusiastically.

—Not much just some memories of him helping me up off the floor, or taking my hand, now that I think about it, all memories are of him taking my hand. — I said to her after a little thought.

—How strange, but how happy I am for you, at least it is a beginning. —she said to me as she turned to the kitchen again.

—I'll help you with something there. — I said to her as I got up from the bench.

—No, go rest your foot. —she stared at me and pointed at me with his finger.

—All right. —and it didn't occur to me to argue.

I went to my room and then to the bathroom where I took a quick, relaxing shower. I lay in bed for a while as I listening to music and left the room after an hour. As I left for the living room Kate was there and Elliot was with her. Almost every night the three of us had dinner together. That had become routine.