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The next morning, Gabriella didn't meet luke in the elevator. It was friday.

That was really bothering her. Did something happen when he met his dad?

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She always worked until 9 at night every friday. The customers were numerous, and all she wanted to do when she got back was to collapse on her bed and sleep for a thousand year. She walked into the elevator and closed her eyes.

"Hey."

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Luke's voice. She opened her eyes and got even more shocked at the sight of him.

He had got a black eye, what looked like a cut on his cheek, and he definitely looked super tired.

"Oh my god. What happened to you?" Her eyes widened.

"I am okaay." He slurred.

"Oh god. Luke, are you drunk?"

He shook his head. But as the elevator went up, he nearly fell on his face. (That definitely said otherwise.)

What was she supposed to do? Walk him to his flat? But she wasn't even that close to the guy to walk him to his flat. What if he was secretly a serial killer? But if she left him here, no doubt he would collapse and pass out as soon as they got out of the elevator.

Gabriella reached to help him to stand properly. "I'm going to walk you to your flat." Her tone final.

They kept silent until the elevator reached 7th floor. "Alright, which one is your flat?"

"Seven oone one." He slurred. She walked him to his door, reached for his key and placed him on his bed.

Luke's flat was pretty neat, looking exactly like hers. A cream colored bed was placed at the corner of the bedroom, a rectangular counter on the other side of the room with a small fridge beside it and a small bathroom. And she didn't spot any guns or anything.

Conclusion: luke wasn't a serial killer.

"I'm going to get ice for your bruises." She walked to his fridge, got some ice and wrapped it with a cloth.

"You can go, shaaron." Luke said when she placed the ice on his eye.

She sighed. "Are you sure you're okay?"

He groaned a yes. She told him to keep holding the ice on his bruised eye and walked to her own flat.

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