The hallway was dull, humming with the low flicker of overhead lights and the occasional clang of pipes from somewhere below and above. Selena's heels clicked against the tiled floor, her steps steady but her limbs aching from the long day. Her blouse clung to her skin where the evening heat had settled, and her blazer hung loose in her hand. She reached into her purse to fish out her keys, already thinking about the quiet and the solitude waiting behind her door. But her steps slowed. She stopped dead when she saw him.
Sam.
He stood there, leaning against the wall beside her door, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the floor like he'd been standing there a while. His hair was slightly messy, not styled like usual, like he'd run his hands through it more than once. He looked up the moment she approached.
Selena's chest tightened.
"What are you doing here at this hour?" she asked, trying to keep her voice even, but the edge in her tone betrayed her.
