The man who thought who can never have love. Well, he found someone, that being you.

It all started out as you began a daily visitor of the museum. Steven would notice you from afar, taking his own time to give you some facts about the Egyptian times. The more he talked to you, the more the conversation steer away from facts to conversations.

Some times after, you exchanged numbers. It it went further from there. The shyer man was love sick with you. You were so. . . you. You were the highlight to his day.

After an amazing date, the decision was made to go back to his place. He was a bit nervous as he stepped over the soft sand surrounding his bed. He’s always wanted someone to hold other than his pillow.

“I’m knackered, aren’t you?” He chuckles lightly as he sat beside you. He leans over to fasten his ankle to the bed. He sighs as he lies back, looking up at the ceiling. His expression had mild tiredness written, his eyes hinted with a bit of anxiety.