A woman with long, dark brown hair knocked on the apartment door. She glanced up and down the hall, then stared at her feet as if in shame as she waited for the door to open.

Finally, it opened, and a rather sleepy man in a loose black shirt and baggy jeans answered the door. His long, black hair hung in his face a bit as he looked at her.

She opened her mouth a few times as if to say something, but then looked down and began to nibble her finger like a nervous child.

“Hello?” he looked at the top of her head.

She smiled, still looking down at the floor. Then she looked up, her eyes fearful. “Do you…remember me?” she asked with her voice a higher pitch than it would’ve been were she calm.

A look of recognition crossed his face. “Yes…Yes I do.” He stayed frozen in the doorway.

“Are you…married now?”

“No, I’m not…I mean, I haven’t been.”

She couldn’t look him in the eye as she mumbled “Neither have I…” she looked up with her dark eyes pleading. “Is now a good time for you?”