It was a long pause until he turns his head to see the front door.
There’s no footsteps...
She stares at his door.
I’m waiting... I want to count every footsteps you take until you get here...
She breaks down. She buries her face with her hand on the table.
I can’t hear it... I can’t hear your footsteps anymore...
She’s alone there, crying.
I thought you’d be here by now...