They looked at each other for a few moments. Francesca swallowed hard. She had imagined in her mind a million times what she would do when she and Mason would be alone, how she would talk to him, what she would ask him; now that this has happened, she couldn't articulate a word. Her heart was pounding so hard she couldn't breathe.
The doctor left the book on the table in front of him and got up.
His eyes didn't come off Francesca's face. He had been waiting for her.
Francesca tangled and untangled her fingers, still undecided on what to do.
She had in front of her the man who made her slowly lose her mind, for whom had thought so many words that she wanted to say to him, but she had lost her courage.
"I – I am sorry, I didn't know you were still here. I will come back later to clean your room," she told him and left in a hurry.
The doctor sighed in frustration. He didn't expect that reaction. Maybe he had misunderstood that Francesca had begun to succumb to his charm.