Carol returned to her apartment, a smile creeping across her lips at the memory of Felix cooking in the kitchen. It was an image

she just couldn't shake.

She knew her friend Maja had been swamped with overtat the office, so she sent another text to Yolanda.

[Girl, I'm trying not to get too excited, but the man can cook, and he looks like a snack doing it.]

Yolanda's response took its sweet time, arriving ten minutes later.

[Carol, to be honest, I don't see the big deal. He's alright, but the guy can't even ride a motorcycle.]

Carol's lips twitched in amusement, thinking Yolanda only had eyes for bike lovers. She was blissfully happy, even though nothing

had happened between her and Felix. Just the thought of him made her heart flutter.

[Another thing, I bet he can't even afford a motorcycle.]

Carol nearly burst out laughing, rubbing her temples. There was no point arguing with Yolanda; the girl was in her own world.

After a refreshing shower, Carol couldn't resist texting Felix.

[Got home, just showered. You asleep?]

Felix saw the message but didn't reply, standing alone on his tiny balcony with a cigarette.

Her message vanished into the void, and Carol reluctantly drifted off to sleep.

She had expected things with Felix to continue at a lukewarm pace, but after a week of delivering groceries to him, an opportunity

finally presented itself.

That evening, while still at work, she received a text from Felix.

[Don't bother with the food delivery tonight, not feeling too hot.]

Of course, Carol couldn't just do nothing when he mentioned he was feeling under the weather.

[Got a cold? Fever? Should I bring you smeds?]

don't cover

Felix went

not to do something, the more she wanted to

with texts, none of which

off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who had taken a dislike to

sneered.

those customers. This is a respectable barbecue

scene here, it'll affect all of

to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager

there was yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it was affecting business,

tad envious of Carol's youth and

station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet

seduced and end up in bed. If you get knocked up, see who'll have you

it would be a pain to find a new

hassle of changing

supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed to Felix's

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages with no

to stay out for the night, or if he

out charming

usual indifference to women,

eleven at night, a whole five hours, before she heard the

the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light

eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol,

say

was worried about you. Why are you back so late? Weren't you

out for drinks. My

no right to pry, but she couldn't help

bit too much to

his keys, his fingers trembling too much to

took the keys from him and opened

body shaking, as if he was trying to suppress

you

to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse

"What is it then?"

she felt the heat emanating

had been slipped something, and from the looks

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