It's been a couple of days since I arrived, and I haven’t left Blake's apartment. I was alone most of the time, I just sat by the window and watched people going about their businesses. I hugged myself as I allowed my thoughts to wander. In all, the city looks beautiful and lively from here, but I still want to go out. Suddenly, the phone in the apartment rang, and I turned to look at it, debating whether to answer or not. After all, this is not my house. But when the phone continued ringing insistently, I stood up, walked to where the phone was and picked it up.
“Why did it take you so long to answer? She said, sounding as if she was on the verge of a cardiac arrest.
"I'm sorry B, you know it's Blake's apartment and I didn't think someone would call me," I said, when I heard my friend's
