The following morning as Sullivan prepared to leave for work, he made sure to plead with Anna about staying home and recovering. Although the lady was accepting of his plea—given that she still felt guilty about him losing the Chairman seat—it did not take up to an hour for Anna to exit the house after he left.
Unbeknownst to her, the man was familiar with her as with the back of his palm. He caught her at the end of the street talking to a taximan and as their eyes met, Anna swiftly turned around, slow flush bathing her entire skin.
He honked. Twice. But she pretended to be oblivious until the taximan decided he wouldn't have his time wasted by a woman who was more interested in counting the clouds of the sky.
Sullivan finally alighted, striding towards her, his long legs quickly covering the distance between them. The first words he spoke were soft and tired. Like a man who was exhausted from explaining to a toddler that fire was dangerous. "You promised."
