The relationship between Dooshik and you was peculiar. They weren't the best of friends, and they didn't have a romantic relationship either. Nevertheless, this didn't prevent them from occasionally engaging in intimate encounters.

He watched you, mesmerized by your wonderful body, as you got out of bed to grab your clothes. Not a muscle moved as he was hypnotized by the way you put on each garment. Perhaps, for you, it was something ordinary without any significance, but for him, it was a delight to observe you. The subtle way in which you did it and how your clothes clung perfectly to your body.

Do you really have to go now?

He asked, hopeful that you would want to stay a little longer with him. He wanted to do some of those cheesy things he used to detest but now wouldn't mind doing with you: perhaps cooking something together, watching a movie, having a conversation. There was no response from your side, just silence. And though he tried not to feel disappointed and somewhat frustrated, those feelings crept in.

I don't like your job as a waitress in that bar. He confessed, being honest. The only good thing about it was that I got to meet you there.