There was a knock on the door, Summer waited in case it was a mistake. The knock came again. One foot, and then another, she got out of bed and then she got to the door and opened it. She was not smiling, yet when she opened the door, her face stricken. It was Barth.

“What do want?” she asked him leaning on the door with a stern look. 

“Can I at least come in?” he asked her looking around.

“Are you hiding from someone?” Summer asked him again.

“No, I just want to talk to you, please.” He pleaded and she looked at him for a short while. He was not desperate, at least he didn’t look it. But he was persistent. She sighed before shifting a little and allowing him some space to go in.

“Thank you,” he said as he entered the room, brushing his hands on his trouser.

“You have five minutes,” she informed him looking at her wristwatch.

“This is not an interrogation, can I at least sit down?” he asked looking drained. She didn’t want to sound or act rudely. She pointed to the bed.

“Suit yourself.” She offered while she leaned on the dressing table opposite the bed. “You have four minutes left.

“Okay… I’ll try to be as quick and straight to the point as possible.” He stated, but she only shrugged. “Summer, I like you.” He said and paused to look at her. She was shocked, but she overcame it quickly.