When I reach his door, I start to knock, but then it pushes open automatically when my knuckles meet the wood, surprising me because he always keeps his door closed.
"Um…Y-Yan?" I call out, his name still slightly new to me, but it's surprisingly natural to say. He doesn't answer, but I hear a faint white noise coming from inside like faint scratching or something.
"Can I come in?" I ask, uncertain where he is at the moment, though I'm half sure he's inside. I push the door wider. "I'm coming in," I say just in case he suddenly comes out of the bathroom with only a towel on. Really, Gabby? This isn't one of your dark romance novels. I blame Galatea K.S. for her spicy scenes that always leave me fanning my face and reaching for my bedside drawer.
The state of Mariano's room is very much different from the first time I saw it. There are no cobwebs now. And the room is surprisingly spotless and tidy. It's immaculate like he always makes sure it stays that way.
