One Step Closer

Mikołaj got dressed and tried to keep himself occupied. It was Sunday, five in the morning, so he should hold off on visiting Stefan. He didn't want to wake him up at last. But he had to meet him as soon as possible. He checked his watch every now and then. In the end, he couldn't stand it and as soon as six o'clock appeared on the display, he ran out of his apartment.

He wasn't wearing a jacket, he wasn't even wearing dress shoes. In slippers and a sweatshirt, he stood in front of the Swede's door. He held out his hand to ring ...

What am I doing here at this hour, he thought devastated. Do I really have no decency anymore? First I visit him late at night and then in the morning.

He backed away from the door. Six in the morning, it was too early. If anyone saw him now, he would have thought he was desperate. Madman. He really didn't need the Szwedas to think of him that way. He hung his head and shuffled back to his floor. He reached in his pocket for the keys ...