Adalheid had been working on her newest project, organizing the alcohol she’d bought in various nations to sample and critique. It had nothing to do with work but she felt the research skills acquired would somehow assist her in the everyday routine at the office. When the doorbell rang she paused and stared at the door. Who could that be at this hour? A quick glance at her watch suggested it wasn’t too late but usually people called.
The girl stood and dusted off her skirt, slipping over to the door and unlatching it.
“…Arthur. I…” Speechless. He just showed up out of the blue. “Come in.”
Shoving the paper back into his pocket he stepped through the threshold and looked straight at her. Just as beautiful as he remembered. “Adal….I…I’m sorry I showed up out of the blue. I’m sorry for not calling. I…I’m sorry for everything.” He stammered, not sure what to even say, after all it had been months without contact.