“Hi. Forget something, Wesley?”


    “You wouldn’t be a third wheel. Her name is Megan. She’s not my girlfriend,” Wesley exined.


    ir smiled. ‘Not bad. He’sing along nicely. At least he’s trying to let me know what’s going on.’


    Then she asked, “How do you know her?”


    Wesley was starting to Lose patience. He looked at her and asked her point-nk, “Are youing or


    not?”


    ir had to say, “Yes.” ‘Wesley, you son of a bitch.’


    ir followed Wesley into his apartment. Where was Megan? She didn’t see the girl anywhere. When


    she heard the door close, Megan trotted out from a bedroom.


    “Hi, nice to see you,” she greeted ir


    “Nice to see you too,” ir nodded with a smile. Then she grabbed the ingredients from the fridge and


    walked towards the kitchen.


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    “Thank you for dinner,” Megan said to her politely.


    ir felt the girl was very cordial. She turned around and gave Megan a smile.


    Wesley had bought a ton of groceries. ir looked inside the bag and got an idea what to cook. She


    started to wash and trim the vegetables


    Not long after, Wesley walked in as well. He wore casual clothes, his hair half wet. From the looks of it,


    he must have just taken a shower.


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    ir nced at him, wondering why he was in the kitchen


    He pointed to the vegetables on the floor and said, “Here. I’ll trim them.”


    ir craned her neck to Look in the direction of the living room. The living room was empty again. She


    briefly wondered where Megan was, but figured the girl had gone into the bedroom to do her


    homework.


    ir nodded to him and continued busying herself with cooking. She kept thinking about when to give


    him the present, and how happy he’d be.


    She nced at the empty living room again. Since Megan was nowhere to be seen, she wondered if


    she should give it to him now.


    With only the two of them around, it wouldn’t be too embarrassing-even if he turned her down.


    “What are you looking at?” Noticing that she was staring at the living room, spacing out, Wesley


    followed her gaze


    His question disturbed her thoughts and broke her out of her reverie.


    She dropped the celery, washed her hands in the sink, and said, “Wait a minute.”


    She left Wesley’s apartment in a hurry, dashed into her own and found the bag with the present in it.


    Her heart was racing from the rush. She took a few seconds to calm herself down. She looked as if


    nothing had ever happened when she walked back into his apartment.


    In the kitchen, Wesley had just trimmed the chives. He picked up an eggnt, wondering whether ir


    would cook it up or not.


    Just then, ir quietly walked into the kitchen


    Wesley stole a nce at her figure out of the corner of his eye. Then he grabbed the broom and silently


    swept the leaves and stray cuttings off the floor.