Zula and Ron walked out of the main villa and held hands. The two of them didn't speak until they reached the apartment.
Zula was looking at Ron's feet while they walked, and her heart ached. When he woke up, he was probably worried that she left him, and he ran without thinking of putting his shoes on.
"I'm sorry, Ron." Zula said as soon as they entered the apartment.
Ron pulled her into his embrace. "It's OK."
Zula hugged him back. "No, it's not. If I woke you up or waited for you to wake up, or if I left a note, we would avoid this unnecessary mess. I panicked and I was not thinking."
Ron exhaled. "Well… now you know how I felt yesterday. I panicked and shouted mean things, and now you panicked and ran away."
"I didn't run away. I just went to talk to Sarah." Zula objected.
Ron hummed. "You say 'po-tay-to' and I say 'po-tah-to'. It's the same thing."