~Stephen~I stood in front of the porch contemplating knocking on the door. This was the third time this morning that I was knocking on the wrong door in this street.

Apparently, my man didn't exactly find out the house Stella was currently staying at in this street. So we decided to knock on all doors till we see her familiar face.

Trust me, this was a long process and I was getting extremely impatient to see her and ask my numerous questions. Mustering enough courage, I knocked.

A few ...