Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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?]

just don't cover

that, Felix went

piqued. The more you tell her not to do something, the more she wanted

him with texts, none of which

off work and check on him. She tried to

sneered.

with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place,

scene here, it'll

the day before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was

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

envious of Carol's

above your station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your

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

a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she

hassle of

to the supermarket,

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages with no

decided to stay out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of

out charming

indifference

floor, she waited until eleven at night, a whole five hours,

asleep, she perked up at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light turn on. She looked

of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His

say

you. Why are you back so late? Weren't you supposed to finish

for drinks. My head is killing

right to pry, but she couldn't help supporting

a bit too much

fumbled with his keys, his fingers trembling

the keys from him

as if he was

you

about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he

"What is it then?"

an answer, she felt the heat emanating from

and from the looks of it, it was