Chapter 187
- It only takes fifteen minutes of walk, and we are standing in front of her building. It’s a tall building with old Italian design and art.
- “Thanks for walking me home,” she says gratefully. “You really didn’t have to.”
- “Well, in my defense, those super tall heels you were rocking didn’t exactly scream ‘stability.’ It would’ve been a total bummer if you twisted your ankle,” I reply, playfully teasing.