59: The stranger.
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After a couple of minutes of waiting for Ian, I knocked on the door one last time, and thankfully, Julian opened the door.
"Finally," I muttered, walking into the apartment. "How do a group of boys seem to sleep at ten?"
"Can you blame us?" Julian yawned. "We wake up every day at five in the morning."
"Okay," I rolled my eyes. "Don't cry."
"So, I ran down for nothing?" Ian approached us. "Anyway, Rae, a guy was waiting for you downstairs."
I looked up at him. "Daniel?"
Ian closed the door behind him. "If it was Daniel, I would've said his name."
I rolled my eyes. "Did the guy give you a name?"
"No," he shook his head. "But when he saw me walk out of the building, he asked me if you lived here."
"Elias?" I gasped. "Oh, fu-"
"No!" Ian exclaimed. "I know what
