I pointed an accusing finger on Ambrose who looked so innocent while leaning on the barricade of his terrace facing me. “What are you doing here?!” I almost dropped the wine flute because of the shock.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I live here,” he replied simply. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you say your unit in on the thirty-fifth floor?”
I gritted my teeth and glared at him. This is getting so annoying! Now I feel like a total loser because I pretended that I am from the thirty-fifth floor. He’s probably going to laugh at me when he realizes that I climbed two floors worth of stairs just to hide my real address. Damn it!
“Are you stalking me?!” I know I already asked him this and he laughed it off but this is seriously stalking! It can’t be that he happened to be in the unit be
