Another hard week, pushing out the words. They came though, a few. Hopefully a few good ones.
There he was again. Through the peephole Ben stood, waiting for me to open the door. It was a much different scene than the last one, though still unsettling. He was still handsome, but he didn’t look like he just escaped a horror movie. His hair was combed. There was no painful expression of desperation on his face. His clothes were neat and bloodless. I knew there were no signs of impending or past danger, but I was still hesitant.
She lets him in, but what happens after? An innocent lunch? Does she stare dreamily into his eyes or pester him with questions about what happened? She wants to know what's going on, but is not sure she should get involved. I feel like this scene is going to set the tone for the rest of their relationship.