We had arrived. It was an old building with a set of stairs leading to a small entrance door on the side of what looked like some kind of chinese chop.
“Thanks for walking me home Pete” Anna said to me. Her dark hair was dancing in the air to the sound of the cold nocturnal wind.
“You are welcome” this was the place she was living in since she had left our shared flat. It was a modest one room apartment, a temporary solution until she finishes her degree by the end of the semester, she had told me earlier during dinner. She seemed to like living there though.
“It was really nice to be with you again and catch up on everything” she said with a smile. Yeah, that was true, we hadn’t really talked in months. Since the day she left me to be more precise.