Allen was leaning against the hallway wall. His arms were crossed, and his head was slightly tilted downward.
The long rays of the morning sun coming through the window side of the hallway cast on him, yet he wasn't bothered by the brightness or the warm feeling, convincing me he was deeper in thought than usual.
I slowed my pace before stopping beside him.
"Why are you standing out here alone?"
He lifted his head, his green eyes locking onto mine, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Then he replied honestly, "I was waiting for you."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why wait here? You could have waited inside the room."
His smile faltered ever so slightly. I've noticed from the subtle movement of his lips that he wanted to say something but was a bit hesitant.
"I'd like to talk to you about something," Allen finally answered while rubbing his nape, looking a bit flustered.
