For the rest of that week, Kaija got busy keeping up with the training classes she'd missed and writing the song for the competition.
Every time she walked down the corridor to her floor, once in the morning when she left, then again in the evening when she came back, her gaze drifted toward Room 2 sitting quietly at the far end.
Its door stayed locked, with no light seeping through the thin gap underneath.
It seemed the man hadn't come back to that room since their last night together.
Maybe he was busy. Maybe he was avoiding her, as he'd claimed he would. A part of her hoped it was the first reason.
Days passed in that same quiet rhythm, until one Sunday evening, just as she stepped out of the elevator, she heard the soft click of a door shutting on her right side.
Her gaze automatically shifted toward the sound.
A single name flashed through her mind, but the person stepping out wasn't the silver-eyed man she was thinking of.
It was Camille.
