Silia stepped off the carriage and immediately gripped her bag a little too hard.
"Calm down."
She had come this far on the back of Gloria's words. But now that she was here, standing on the street with the house in front of her, the courage that had carried her out of the shop felt considerably thinner than it had ten minutes ago.
She walked forward until the house was directly in front of her.
Inhaled. Exhaled. Deep and deliberate.
She approached the door and stopped.
"What do I even say?"
She ran through the options.
"Hey, I'm here. Too vague."
"It's been a while , since you shot that robber. Absolutely not."
"I came because I've been missing you and I think I have feelings for you. Better to drag myself across the road , biting onto a zebra's tail."
"I'll figure it out once he opens the door," she decided, and raised her hand before she could talk herself out of it.
Knock knock.
