He stared at the lift, not even realising that he was doing that. The moment he did, Brandon blinked, and turned around to sit on the couch. Why was he doing that? What was he hoping for?
After all, had his own life, so if he wanted to leave in the middle of the night, he could go. Brandon shouldn't have to bother with thinking when he would return to where he was heading to.
At that moment, the bite ached, making its presence down. Brandon stood up, and glanced at the left before his eyes went a little towards its left, and he spotted the car. But he had kissed, he had consciously dropped the cup, breaking it into pieces and making the milk spill on the floor as well.
If he was not bleeding, he would have made an effort to clean it up. But, Sophia could take care of it after all, her boss was the reason why it happened.
