There is a knock on the door as Vannessa finishes with the dishes from breakfast. She wonders if she should open the door at all. She is home alone and Vittorio is at work. Who could it possibly be? Only a few people know she’s even here. And whoever is out there probably heard the water running. Does stalling even make sense right now?
“Vannessa! Open the door and stop over thinking everything.” Veles’ voice comes through the closed front door.
“I’m coming.” She says and she knows he can hear her just fine without the need to shout.
She opens the door and her first thought as she looks way up at the guy is how strikingly handsome he is. She must have been out of it last night to miss that. He stralls in past her and smirks. Damn, even that condescending expression is gorgeous to die
