Ren felt like a malfunctioning robot the moment he stepped inside his unit. He didn't even remember walking home. Everything was a blur — from the moment Evie agreed to let him escort her, to when he actually walked her home… after ten at night, under the dark sky.
It still didn't make sense.
He hadn't expected her to say yes. He'd only asked out of curiosity, just to know where she lived. But one thing led to another, and suddenly, there he was — walking her home like some lovesick fool.
His heart was still pounding even now.
". . ."
"Ren, you okay?"
Helen's voice pulled him back to reality. His mother stood by the kitchen counter, watching him.
Ren realized he had been standing motionless at the doorway, staring blankly ahead. His wide eyes, the faint red tint on his cheeks — he must have looked like someone caught doing something embarrassing.
"Ren?" Helen called again, this time stepping closer.
