Axel walked to the door, his tall frame moving with that same steady confidence that always made Evelyn feel both irritated and… well, slightly short of breath.
Evelyn assumed Axel was finally going back to his own house, and of course, she was secretly relieved. She could almost taste her freedom.
"No worries. I won't be late. I'll show up at your house tomorrow," Evelyn said calmly, though inside, she felt twisted like a washing machine set on high spin.
"Good." Axel's hand was already on the door handle.
"Bye, Axel…" she happily said, eager to push him out before he could drop another one of his annoying remarks.
But of course, Axel wasn't Axel without one last twist. He paused, turned, and looked at her with that unreadable expression.
"Why are you in such a hurry to ask me to leave?"
"So… you assumed I was going to ask you to sleep here?" she shot back sarcastically, chuckling just to cover her nerves.
He didn't even flinch. His stare was blank, calm, deadly serious.
