A hotel?

I don't know when my heart started working so fast. That night I stayed at Dr. Mark's house, I actually couldn't sleep a wink, I was tired and much more, but it seemed that my brain and my heart were now working together.

I feel a huge tingle go through my stomach, thinking about Dr. Mark. I know it's bad to be in love with a person as cold as him, but I can't stop thinking about him every second.

When my clock struck seven o'clock in the morning, it was time to prepare breakfast. I put on a nice robe, which is in the closet in this room, and then go down to the kitchen.

I prepared eggs with black beans, bacon, beans, toast, and sausages. It was a perfect British breakfast. The apartment smelled pretty good, so I heard someone's footsteps coming down the stairs; When he saw him he smiled profusely.

“Good morning,” I said, as I put the food on a white plate.

“Good morning, Miss Jefferson,” he says, sitting down in a chair at the bar. “Can you make me coffee, please?” It's the first tim