There was no answer, but the door opened suddenly and slammed. He would hear Poppy gasping for breath.
Her back was to the door and her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath. Her head was tipped back and her eyes were closed. "Hey... sorry... I had to... I had to run from work..."
"Yeah, there... someone was in my car waiting for me..." she said, her hand on her forehead as she slowly got her breath back. "They saw me and took off after me... I normally would have taken care of it, but..."
"Yeah," she said, looking nervous. "A little bit. And, you know, I figured it wasn't a good idea to get in a fight with someone because, well... I-I don't know, it just seemed like a bad idea, and so I took off, and..." She exhaled, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry."
"I know, I know," she said, running her hand through her hair nervously. "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen."