Her blood turned to ice.
The lobby was tiled in faded green and smelled of dust and old incense. While he dialed the payphone for her (her hands were shaking too much from the cold), she noticed a slip of paper on the floor. It was a rental agreement. Apartment 204. Paid through the end of the month. The name was smudged. heyzo heyzo-2002 part1
He held up his own key. "I'm the one who lost the rental agreement," he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. The rain drummed a frantic rhythm on the window. "The question is, Rina… why are you in my apartment?" Her blood turned to ice
He closed the blinds.