Claire Sinclair ignored what people were saying online, but she felt increasingly dejected.
'It's been so many days. Why isn't he back yet?'
Claire Sinclair picked up her phone and sent him a message: Mr. Quincy.
After waiting for what felt like forever, she finally got a reply: Mmm.
Claire: I...
Adrian Quincy: Miss me?
Claire: ...
Adrian Quincy: I'll be over later.
Claire: Really???
Adrian Quincy: Mmm.
Claire: Okay, I won't bother you then!
Claire Sinclair put her phone down, suddenly full of spirit. 'I should do a thorough cleaning before he gets back!'
Having made up her mind, Claire Sinclair rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a mop, and started cleaning the floor...
When the living room door opened, Claire Sinclair instinctively looked up and exclaimed happily, "You're here so fast! I haven't even finished the windows yet."
She was standing on a chair with her hands pressed against the glass. To reach the higher spots, she had to stand on her tiptoes.
