The car stops in front of Deniz's building, and I'm out before the driver can fully park. My feet hit the pavement running, my heart already racing ahead of me.
Deniz. Deniz didn't answer my calls.
I dial his number again as I push through the lobby doors.
The phone presses to my ear, ringing, ringing, ringing—
"The person you are calling is currently unavailable. Please try again later."
I lower the phone, staring at the dark screen.
Is he okay? Is he angry?
Did something happen?
The thought twists in my chest, sharp and cold. If Moon hadn't shown up at my office, if he hadn't trapped me in that warm, amber-scented room for hours, I wouldn't be late. I wouldn't be standing here, heart pounding, imagining every worst-case scenario.
The elevator lobby is empty. A small mercy. No crowd, no waiting, no polite smiles hiding impatience. I jab the call button once, twice, three times.
Come on. Come on.
