Revealing Nights

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They walked up the stairs together, each lost in their thoughts. One part of the slightly hollow stairway with its dull beige-colored walls, which they were going through at the moment, were missing some lights and others were flickering.

Sam glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and shook his head mentally.

How does she live here and I don't know?

His mind was baffled and his curiosity of her peaked.

He wanted so badly to figure her out but didn't know how to go about it.

The light above him went off for a few seconds and came back on.

“This place is haunted.”

They left that part of the stairs and got on the second landing. Zelah laughed at his statement, agreeing with him.

“Those bulbs are changed every week. There's really no other explanation.”

She stopped in front of one of the wooden doors and fumbled with the lock in an attempt to open it.

Sam tried to keep his face impassive but he was longing to know what was behind her door.

But that would be saying that he wants to know about her. And he didn't.

Do I wanna know?

“Sam.”

He glanced up at her and she had gone in and was now leaning against the side of the door, watch him curiously.

“What?”

“You zoned out. Just checking if you're alive.”

“What are your plans for tonight?”

She looked taken aback at his statement and cocked her head to the side.

“Isn't that a little too personal, Chef?”

Her smile was one of amusement as she gazed at him steadily, daring him to answer. She was taunting him and he knew it.

But he didn't care because texting Michaela and drawing didn't appeal to him at the moment.

And maybe, just maybe, he could get to the bottom of the coffee issue.

“I think we can tip the personal boat tonight.”

She opened the door wider so he could go in and he didn't miss the mischievous glint in her eyes.

I'm in trouble.

The inside of room was very dark. The lights were on and shining brightly but the walls were pitch black.

It was simple with very few furniture. She had a tiny black couch in the middle of the room and a small wooden table on a little navy blue rug in front of the couch.

The black-tiled floor was scuffed in some places and the entire room just felt cold to him.

He followed her into the kitchen and it was the same as the living room. Bare countertops with nothing more than the usual. And everything was clean.

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