The living room looks almost unrecognizable as I manage to move everything out of the way and open the space as much as possible. I needed a dance floor and I made myself one! Just as I stride with confidence, counting the width and length of my makeshift dance floor, I hear footsteps down the stairs and I stop abruptly. My head rises and I am greeted with an unusual sight.
Unlike usually, Thomas looks disheveled. He looks as if he had a horrible night. His hair is a mess and his eyes are surrounded by dark circles. He stops sharply, staring at me with wide eyes.
"I know this looks weird-" I gesture around, trying to keep my cool.
He looked as if he was ready to explode.
"But I needed some-" I don't manage to finish my sentence.
In a rush, Thomas walks down the stairs and towards me.
