From the Streets to the Suites

Chapter Eighteen

He sighed, and walked right up to the front door, took ahold of the oh so familiar brass knocker, and rapped on the door; once, twice, thrice. He heard someone mumble a reply from within the house, he stepped backward, as he heard the answerer walking towards the door—and him. The door swung open, and a woman— Olivia stepped out. " Yes, she replied, before looking up, and gasping out in shock. " Alex—" she started, before stopping abruptly, the words obviously stuck somewhere in her throat.

Alex smiled, " Hello, Olivia," He said to her in response," how do you do?" He asks rather casually.

"I don't understand, she says," still not being able to process whatever, or whomever it was she was seeing. She takes a deep breath, in an attempt to compose herself properly, and recover from the initial shock. She asks, " why are you here, Alex?" She literally spits his name out, like as if she found every syllable of his name utterly revolting. She crosses her arms, trying to assume a domine