Guarded Sanctuary

SERAFINA

I was coming out of the bathroom when Dario walked through the door. Our gazes met and then we both just avoided each other’s gaze.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower,” Dario says, as he starts walking toward me, and I walk toward the closet.

I conduct my business, change, and then sit in front of the mirror to start drying my hair. The quiet hum of the dryer fills the room, but it does not