49. Omelette

"Never mind." Kairav soothed. "I should have expressed my guilt long ago when I found out what that man did to you."

Camilla smiled again. Where else could she find a man as angelic as Kairav Alejandro?

'Kairav...,' she whispered to herself. 'Are you real or just my shadow?'

****

That morning Kairav went about his usual business. When he woke up, Camilla was still sleeping on the sofa bench. Again last night the girl refused to sleep in her room and preferred to sleep on the sofa.

Kairav was fine as long as Camilla was comfortable.

He saw the girl fast asleep curled up to the right, hiding her face in the blanket.

"Hmm... it's half past six, I'll wake him up later," Kairav thought, glancing at the wall clock hanging above the television. The sports-clad man grabbed a glass of water and filled his stainless steel water bottle to take with him.

Afterward, the man went outside and switched off the center room lights. For twenty minutes, Kairav circled around Yellow Street at a steady jog