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꧁ᴇʟɪᴏ꧂
I wake up and find an empty bed.
It's 4pm, I'm not surprised.
Wow I slept for a while.
Getting out of bed, I head into the bathroom, freshening up and getting ready for the day.
Exiting my room, I find the living room back in order and completely spotless.
Omar sits at the kitchen island, a mug of steaming tea in hand, reading a book.
"Cairo left a note for you on the fridge," he tells me, not looking up from his book.
I walk over to the fridge and see a bright yellow post-it note stuck on it, neat, cursive writing sprawled against the paper.
𝒜𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃
-𝒸𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑜
I take two mugs out of the cupboard and fill them with milk.
After warming up the milk a little too much, I pour a heaped tablespoon of chocolate nesquick into the cups before stirring them.
I pick the cups up walk out of the door, shouting a goodbye to the boys.
Careful not to spill the drinks, I go into the lift and click floor 50 with my pinky finger and wait patiently as I go up.
Last night was crazy.
I wonder if she regrets anything. I sure as hell don't.
I like her. I like everything about her.
I like how her cheeks are always pink. I like how passionate she is. I like how she's always licking her lips when she's confused. I like how she sometimes talks to herself.
A ding from the lift drags me out of my thoughts.
I like Cairo Nyx.
I walk up to her door to find it slightly ajar.
I knock to the best of my ability ,as I have two cups of hot milk in my hands, and walk into the apartment.
The chemical smell of paint attacks my nostrils.
I hear the faint rapping of 'hit 'em up' by 2pac from the master bedroom.
