I bite my nails standing in front of his door. Do I go in, do I run away.

What do I do?

"What are you doing?" i hear a voice behind me.

I scream and see Luella. "Oh my Lord, I-, you scared me."

"You know that Leif is not there." she says in her stylish clothes.

"He's ...not?" I tilt my head.

"he's in the office. The other door."

"Oh." I smile, "right, the OTHER door. I'm so silly." I slap my face.

"Hey, you are really weird."

I blush. "I'm sorry."

"You should be more confident. Leif barks but doesn't bite, you on the other hand should bite, if needed.

I mean, you're a wolf right?"

"I don't bite people. Why do you vampires think I'm dog?" I frown.

"I meant it metaphorically, but you can bite him too. He would deserve it.

Bite his balls." she nods, "he's been annoying for the past few years."

I gulp down. "Well ..."

The door opens and I see Leif. "I hear you talking. Anything you need?" he frowns at Luella, "is this a fashion runway."

"Are you a walking dead cosplay. You look like shit."

"Huh. You are like a shinning disco ball."

"Not everyone shines, you definitely don't." she looks at her nails.

"Don't you have your sugar mamma's party to attend to?" he asks.

"Already was there. All you can attend is your hand ... alone. Okay, see you for now." she walks away in her 10 cm platforms.

"Sorry about her. She is rude, uncultured and self centered ... and rude!" he frowns, "so," he smiles at me, "Did you come to see me?"

"What?" I chirp, "No. Nooo ... I was, walking and then-," I move my hands and exhale, "You know."

"Okay, you can come in." he points to the door.

"Okay." I lower my head and walk into his office.

"Couch."

I sit on the couch. "Thank you."

He sits on the chair. "Anything in particular?"

"Ehm," I rub my ear, "you know-,"

"NO, Baylor. I reallly DON'T know." he looks at me.

"Of course." I nod, "I was just thinking,"

"You do a lot of thinking lately."

"Well, it's necessary,"

"And what have you discovered?" he asks me.

"Mmmm, that we-," I point to me and him, "are in a place that I don't get."

"What place?"

"I said that I don't get it." I look at him.

"I see and - what do you need me to do about it?"

"Maybe," I play with my fingers, "tell me what we have?"

"What we have ..." he whispers.

He gets up from the chair and walks to the couch where I sit. I tense a bit. He lowers himself to me and I gulp down.

"Y-yeah." I look on his face.

He takes my chin to his fingers and brings it to him. He kisses me on the lips and I close my eyes.

He lays me on the couch and hovers over me, kissing me gently.

I feel so good right now.

"This is my answer, Baylor." he says in a soft tone, "now you know."

I have my hands around his neck and nod. "Mmmm."

He smiles at me.

There's a knock on the door. "Sir. She's here."

"Who's here?" I ask him.

"Yeah, ... about that." he clicks his tongue.