Dumbstruck.
Alfie was dumbstruck, he tries to speak but the words won’t come out. He kept staring at Crisanto who was still sitting on his couch, in his home, with a single blue rose in his hand. He still stands, transfixed, as Crisanto stands up.
“Fie…” Crisanto says, his voice coming out soft. “Hi.”
Alfie, despite being stupefied, replies. “Hi.”
“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced.” Crisanto says. “But we had to talk.”
Alfie licks his lips and blinked repeatedly to check if he wasn’t hallucinating. He lets out a breath and finally takes one step into the sitting. He made his way to the love seat beside the couch Crisanto had been sitting on and sits.
“How did you get my address? Is anyone here with you?” Alfie asks, looking around but there was no sign of Arjun or Fatima. Crisant
