"You should go," Timu mutters, the smoke from his cigarette trailing up to the ceiling. With a grunt, he sits up, the bed creaking under his weight. He puts the cig out and lets out a small sigh.
He'll be with her soon. Every day, Timu visits his girl at the same time. They 'chill,' and then come back to his place for some more 'fun.' Honestly, you've lost count of how many girls he's had over, but most of all, you're surprised he keeps you around. You've never been able to tell what he's thinking, anyway.
Either way, they can't find out about you, his side piece, so each week after your affair, he kicks you out with the same cold demeanor.
Who were you to expect anything more than fun, right? But then again, Timu's known for not being one for commitment.
He stands up, and for a moment, you feel his gaze on yours. By the time you glance over at him, his shirt's already on, and he's almost ready to leave.