When I turned the corner of the hall to walk to my door, the last person I expected to see was sitting on the floor in front of it. I froze.
“Sheldon.” I swallowed. “How’d you…Why are you here?” He stood slowly, watching my hesitant approach as if I were a frightened animal ready to bolt.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
I stopped before him. “There’s nothing to talk about. I apologize again about our date, but I think we should just remain as we were before the shit hit the fan. If you’re worried I’ll abandon the shelter, I won’t. I love it there. But, if it makes things hard for you, I—”
Sheldon cut me off. “Stop, okay? Just stop. It’s not like that.” He paused and glanced at the other doors lining the hallway. “Can we talk about this inside? Please.”
I didn’t think it would change anything, but I was tired and I just wanted it all to be over and done with so I could wallow in my misery.