How will I ever start to ask for his forgiveness? I'm sure he just hates me by now. If he wanted to kill me for real this time, I wouldn't blame him. Even I want me dead, and that's saying something.
"That poor soul," Carlos speaks from behind me, "you do know he's obsessed with you, right?"
I shake my head. No, I did not know that. After today's events he'd have nightmares just thinking of me.
"You want some coffee?" I ask to avoid talking to him any longer.
"No, thank you, I'm caffeine intolerant," he says wittily. I smirk when I remember he drank coffee at the airport and he seems to remember that too so he adds, "I forget sometimes."
"Then I'll get us some water," I say, walking back to look for the vending machine. On my way back with three cold water bottles, my phone vibrates in my hand and I unlock to see missed calls and text messages from Daniel. I give him a call back.
"Hey Dan-"
"Where are you?"
"I'm.. " Do I tell him?