Sophia

Sofia's face lit up with sadness the instant she saw Adam enter his room. His door closed with a heavy thud that felt like a rejection. The signal was obvious. He was unwilling to speak with her. 

In the dark hallway, she stood by herself. From the floor below, she could hear her friends laughing. She believed she might catch him. On some minor pretext, she had intended to carry on their conversation. 

She wanted to know how he was doing. However, that did not occur. After standing there for a while, she turned and walked slowly back to her own door.

Adam, meanwhile, went into his room. He threw his keys on the little table near the door. He approached his bed and cautiously set his phone on the mattress. He then sank on his back and gazed up at the ceiling. 

He relived what had happened over the past few minutes. Sophia laughing alongside those men. His own pathetic retreat up the stairs. The finality of his door closing.

He told the empty room, "I was overthinking it." He felt stupid. He felt like a kid. "I don't know why I assumed Sophia wouldn't have a boyfriend." Though painful, the thought made sense. 

"She works really hard and is very beautiful." She would have someone, of course. She was the kind of woman who would never be left alone. Adam slapped his open palm across his own face. 

Self-disgust filled the light tap. He glanced at his cell phone after sitting up. All of his new power came from it. However, it was unable to resolve this issue. He sighed deeply. "I must move past this."

Adam picked up the phone after saying this. He launched the app One-Click Billionaire. The straightforward black-and-white screen was cozy. He had control over it. He began earning money. He began to tap. He vented all of his annoyance and rage on the phone's screen. 

Every tap was a release. Every four dollars that materialized served as a little distraction from the pain in his chest. Without thinking, he tapped and tapped. He was just attempting to dull the disappointment.

Time went by. It was now 8:00 p.m. Outside of his phone's glow, the room was dark. Adam heard a gentle knock on his door at that very moment. It was an unexpected sound. He was shocked. He ceased tapping. He placed his phone on the bed. 

Before putting it down, he took a quick look at the screen. He now had two and a half million dollars in his balance. There were more than two million. In his frustrated daze, he had earned an additional $500,000. He was completely unaware of it.

Once more, Adam heard the knock. This time, a bit louder. He climbed out of bed. His face was sad as he walked to the door. At this hour, he pondered who it might be. 

His brain was malfunctioning. He was worn out and emotionally spent. He had no desire to see anyone. He opened the door slightly and unlocked it.

Sophia was standing in front of him.

He just stared at her in shock. She was dressed casually. She wore a plain apron over the dress. It was the type that women wore when cooking in the kitchen. Her cheek had just a little of flour on it. 

They held her hands behind her back. Her face showed a trace of hesitation. She appeared anxious. Adam was so surprised to see her.

Sophia then said something. She spoke quietly. She said, "I made extra noodles." She was not looking him directly in the eye. Somewhere around his shoulder, she stared. "Want some? I thought that giving them to you would be better to dumping them."

Adam was excited to hear this. Some of his sadness was washed away by the strong wave. She had arrived at his door. He had been fed by her. He had been on her mind. 

But then his mind began to replay that same scene. the picture of her laughing with those men at the gate. The joy faded. Doubt and his old, familiar insecurity took its place.

He stifled every thought that came to him. There, in the doorway, he argued silently with himself. Why am I thinking this? He pondered. He became enraged at his own possessiveness. 

Sophia is a person. She is a female. She is free to like whoever she wants. I do not care about it. He inhaled deeply. This had to end. He needed to restrain his emotions.

At last, he suppressed all of his romantic feelings for Sophia. He made a deliberate choice. He would be like a friend to her. Only a friend. He reasoned, "I can at least be her friend." 

"That is perfectly acceptable." Although it felt like a meager and depressing compromise, it was still preferable to nothing. It was preferable to this excruciating jealousy.

Adam thought about this and widened the door. A faint smile crossed his lips. This time, the smile was not phony. It was an accepting smile. It was a friend's smile. He felt a calm calmness descend upon him as he gazed at her.

He will now appreciate this moment and stop letting these pointless thoughts bother him.

Adam will speak with Sophia every day because he genuinely admires her.

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