Sunday

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Lisa told them that Sunday lives in George Street. She's still in Mayfair. She just transfered homes.

The boys thought she transferred to Scotland after the offer some film production gave her.

It took Zack two weeks to board the plane and get to London, UK.

He just finished his last hearing last Tuesday and is now on his way to meet his daughter.

He just got out of the airport and hailed a taxi.

He got in and told the driver the address. "Erm. George Street."

"Alright. Are you visiting someone?" The taxi driver asked.

Zack smiled. "My daughter. She's four."

"Lovely. I guess it's your first time here. Going there will take us about 30 minutes. More or less." The driver informed Zack. He nodded and told him that it's fine.

"It's good."

The streets were not that busy that day. They reached the block after 25 minutes, and Zack thanked the driver. He then set off.

Zack stood at the sidewalk, not knowing what to do. He doesn't even know where Sunday's flat is. He entered the complex and went to the receptionist.

"Good morning, Sir."

"Good morning. How can I help you?"

"I am a relative of Sunday Adams. Can you tell me which floor she lives in?"

As the receptionist told him, Zack carried his bag again and went to the room. He inhaled deeply as he reached the door.

He was nervous. He is seeing his daughter again.

After saying a little prayer, he finally knocked thrice on the door. He heard noises, and he prepared himself.

As the knob turned, he smiled. But then it dropped when a gorgeous young man opened it and looked around. "Hello?"

" . . . Hi. Is, erm, does Sunday Adams live here?"

The man in front of him nodded. "Yeah. Wait. I'll just call her--babe! Someone's at the door for you."

Babe?

After a few seconds, Sunday came in view. She was laughing with Stella on her side. "Yes, love? What is it?"

Before the man can say anything to Sunday, Zack interrupts. "Sunday."

Sunday looked at him, and her eyes widened. "Zack? What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit my child." Zack replied. Stella pushed Sunday away and went outside.

"Dad! Daddy!" Stella gasped and ran to her dad. They hugged each other as Sunday, and Laurence watched.

"I missed you!"

"I missed you, too." Zack kissed Stella's cheek.

After a few seconds, Sunday cleared her throat. "Erm. I'm sorry. Uh. Laurence, this is Zack. Stella's father. And Zack, this is Laurence. I'm seeing him."

Zack let go of Stella and held out his hand to Laurence. "Hi. Nice to meet you."

Laurence returned the gesture. "Hi. Very nice, indeed. You can call me Laurie or whatever."

Can I call you douche?

"Come inside." Sunday told him. Stella was still hugging his dad. Zack went in and placed his bag on the floor by the door.

"I know it's too much, but can I stay here for a while? I really don't know my way around town. I promise I won't be a bother." Zack scratched his head as he asked Sunday.

Sunday thought about it for a moment before answering. "Of course, Zack. We're best friends. It's not a problem."

"I'll give you guys some space to talk." Laurence smiled. Sunday thanked him, and he goes off.

Laurence sat down on the couch and called Stella over. Then, they played with the brick he brought.

"So, where's your fiancè?" Sunday asked bitterly. It was like a venom coming out of her mouth.

Zack sighed. "I have no fiancè. It was all a misunderstanding."

Sunday placed her hand on her hip. "Oh really? It was just so surprising to see it on Facebook that you got engaged."

Zack rolled his eyes. "And after learning that, you blocked me? You blocked all of us? Again? How many times did this happen? A lot. You've got problems."

Sunday sneered at Zack. "So I have problems now? I'm not the one who got engaged here after two months of dating."

Zack massaged his head. He doesn't want to fight anymore. "I broke up with her. But wait, why are you mad? What does it have to do with you if I get engaged or anything?"

Sunday blushed and immediately looked away. "Nothing. I did say we're best friends, right? I should care."