That maid

For what was like the sixth time, Alisha drifted to her window, pulling back the curtain to gaze out into the darkness. The cold wind whipped her face, but her eyes scanned the shadows, searching for a familiar figure. Disappointment clouded her heart once more. Wasn't he coming? After the encounter with Declan earlier that day, her excitement had grown, and she had eagerly anticipated his visit. She had left her window open, inviting the night breeze in, but now, over three hours had passed, and there was no sign of him.