The antiquity that decorated the furniture had perfumed the room with the scent of dying flowers. She sneezed into her expensive napkin and her ginger hair that was plaited skipped into an orderless mess. “What is the reason behind your visit, Heidi?” Hans spied from over his mythology book and gold-rimmed glasses. “Why… for tea?” Heidi gulped down the hot drink with exasperated eye rolls, Hans continued to read after a strained scoff. “Truth is…” Heidi hesitated before she confessed her thoughts, “What is it, Heidi?” Hans hinted his interest with hollow eyes.

“Why… did you leave so abruptly… that day, Hans?”

“Hans… I know… how long it’s been… I just… want to know, why… Why you left?”

Heidi’s eyes shrunk and her lips began to tremble before the middle aged man.

“Well…” The man fidgeted in his verdant armchair. “Why would I have stayed? You were engaged, Heidi.” His tone quivered. “We were in love, Hans.” She exclaimed. “You promised… me… that you’d take me away… you left without me.” Her fingers dug into her floral dress.