"Hmmm... I don’t feel like cooking. I guess I can just order fast food."

I had finally finished my shift as a chef at the restaurant. I checked my phone and noticed it was 6:36 pm. It had been a busy day, but luckily, I managed to buy a bubble tea on my way out. Now, I was walking back to my apartment, holding the bubble tea in my right hand and a small bag of personal purchases in my left.

"Finally, home..."

When I arrived at my apartment, I kicked off my heels and sat on the couch to rest my back. The weight of my breasts often made my posture ache after long days. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts, stopping at the name of the person I’ve been seeing... well, we’ve only been dating for a week. Is it too soon to call him my partner? Ugh... calm down, Amanda. I’ve been through this before—I was married once, to an unfaithful idiot, but still, I know what relationships are like... or do I? Is this different from when I was younger?.

"Calm down," I muttered to myself, clearing my throat. "I just want to call him. Maybe invite him over to stay tonight..."

I hesitated for a moment, then dialed his number. As the phone rang, I nervously played with the fabric of my dongdari dress, waiting for him to answer.