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It was pretty awkward to be caught hugging in the elevator that both of us give the small crowd an apologetic nod before stepping outside, rushing towards the building's exit, trying our best to contain the embarrassment. The moment we pass through that main door, soaking the sunshine in this cold weather, we laugh like two mad persons of how stupid we were to act that way as if we were filming a sappy movie or some kind of soap opera."I saw it!" I point a finger to him while still laughing, "You cried!" He must've thought I didn't notice it but I did. The way his voice trembled when he mentioned all the things we used to do, or that he had to pause in between the examples of how I irked him to death but he misses me nonetheless, I never thought I'd see Luca Sinclair's tears during the daylight. Because I remember it well a few months ago he did cry once but it was in the dark, when we talked about the abortions. "Men cry too," he rolls his eyes as he stops laughing, "So what. I
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“Okay what’s next?” “What do you mean what’s next?” “We’ve done lunch, what’s next? Should we plan our adventure this weekend?” I’m not used to this version of Luca Sinclair. He’s too… eager? Excited? What’s the word? “Sunday brunch will be spent at my parents’ house, of course,” he grins while scooping the ice cream we’re sharing, “So what do you want to do tomorrow? Lazy Saturday?” “Sure,” I shrug nonchalantly, I don’t really mind. Anything goes. If we’re still not talking to each other, I was thinking I’d just watch Netfl!x all weekend. So really, I don’t have anything planned. “If we want to have a lazy Saturday, hmmm how about we go for groceries shopping after this? I already finish all your snacks, heh.” “My ice cream too?” He grins boyishly, “Your ice cream too, hihi.” “But you bought like, three months supply of ice cream.” He really filled up a quarter of the freezer with my favorite ice cream flavor. “I was heart broken.” The grin disappears as he looks at the bow
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He meant what he said. Two weekends in a row, at his place. The first weekend was an absolute bliss, I'm glad I agreed into giving this a third chance. Or was it the fourth? Either way, I enjoyed my weekend very much.This weekend however, hmmm. How should I say this? Because Christian asked if I want to go out on a date this Sunday; it's been two weeks since we last saw each other. His schedule is a bit unpredictable because there are times when he needs to cover his friend's shift if there happens to be a family emergency. So I'm in this great dilemma because I wouldn't want to miss this chance to go out on a date with my boyfriend. Whom I miss very much.But the thing is... urgh. I've promised Luca and his family I'd be joining this Sunday's brunch. His Mom even promised to cook my favorite dish because last week when I went over, I told her how much I missed her cooking. "What is it, Soph?" He asks knowingly, perhaps by the way I've been silent since I picked him up. Today is
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Three of his cousins came down with fever so there's only four of us left, we decided to take a rain check and maybe go clubbing next week when everybody's feeling better. To be honest, I'm also feeling alarmed with the Covid-19 cases reported in Asia, particularly China when they've already started the lockdown two months ago. Apparently Trump is feeling very confident that it won't reach here hence New Yorkers are still roaming around, business as usual as if we're living in a different planet where Covid will never be able to attack us. We spent Friday night clubbing at home; Luca blasted some hip songs, changed the setting of his house's light to make it dim as if we're in a club, and surprised me with his bartending skills by making different types of cocktails (yes of course he made that cock-tails jokes!). We drank and danced until it's late, we ended up sleeping at the living room because it was too difficult to climb the stairs with the whole swaying happening in our head.
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It's real, and it's approaching us. Two days ago the first death from Covid-19 was reported. The first one in New York! And yesterday, the first Covid-19 case was registered. Luca and I had another late night though it wasn't clubbing but just Marvel movie marathon with ice cream and chips. I wanted to eat my favorite fish cracker but every time I eat it Luca would always make this face, as if he couldn't take the smell. He must be the one in a million people in the world to have what they call a dog-nose, to be able to smell it when other people in my life has been fine with it. Anyway, I had potato chips. Because I love my bestie so much I'm willing to sacrifice my love towards my favorite snack. I figured that's the least I could do since I'm not gonna join the brunch. Yes, I've finally told him about the date hence not being able to go to the brunch. He sulked a bit but he didn't say much, I also called his Mom to apologise and promised I'll be there the following week with all
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"Christian?" I answer the call right after putting it on loudspeaker, "Are you at the lobby already? I'm almost done, can you wait like five minutes? I just need to-""Soph," he cuts me before I managed to finish my explanation. I'm currently trying my best to zip my dress (yes, the Dior dress that is fresh from the boutique, I have confirmed it with Luca my ex sugar daddy who is still funding my wardrobe) hence the loudspeaker. I would've asked the man himself to help me but he is too busy shampooing his hair in the shower. He actually shoo-ed me when I entered a minute ago, shouting, “Get out, Soph! I’m naked now!” When I complained it’s not like I’ve never seen tiny Luca and big Luca without clothes, he shouted again in annoyance, “I’m shampooing my hair! Get out!” I really don’t understand why he’s so irritated every time I get in the bathroom when he shampoos his hair. That man is weird, I’m lucky Christian is easier to read. "Yeah?" I have a bad feeling by the way he called
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"No, you should go." "I'm not gonna leave you alone here.""But you have to go, Claire has cooked all the food you requested last week." It's true, we dropped a stack of order to her Mom when we had brunch with the entire family, though I've cancelled mine yesterday through the phone call thanks to this never-gonna-happen date. "Well everybody else can eat Claire's food, you on the other hand doesn't deserve to be left alone after being dumped by an asshole. Such a jerk to not even have the decency to do it face to face. What is he, sixteen? The fuck." He starts complaining with curse words flying out of his mouth, while I continue tearing the way I had been since the past thirty minutes. "You should go." I say it again after he's done letting his anger out. "I'm gonna stay in with my princess.""I'm not a princess.""My queen then.""Your mother should be your queen.""Fine, my panda. I'm gonna stay here with my panda." He tightens his hug before dropping a kiss on my head, "But
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I hate Luca’s magical hands sometimes, how efficient he has always been at stroking my hair, somewhat lulling me to sleep that now when I’ve finally woken up, suddenly it's already 10pm.I take a few minutes to gather myself, staring at nothing while my brain cells begin to connect with each other, allowing me to remember what has happened today. Being dumped by your crush turned sugar daddy turned boyfriend is already heart-breaking, but the news that you won’t be able to see your kids for God knows how long is beyond devastating. If it’s up to me, I would’ve booked the flight ticket just to be with them, even if it means I have to sleep at a hotel for months. But Dean’s right, what good would it do to our children if I end up getting Covid before I actually managed to see them. What’s worse is if I die from that virus, without even meeting them because Covid patients who die would be sent for burial immediately without the family members being permitted to see them for the last ti
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