Prologue
"Azange"
I swear to God my boss has never really addressed me, like we spoke about things but nothing worth remembering. I think in his home I was just seen exactly as what I am, a domestic worker and nothing else. His wife never acknowledged me. I didn't even think he knew that this side of his house existed.
Me" Zuko"
I call him Zuko because there's no way I can call someone my age "sir". Ever.
Zuko"Can I come inside?"
"Please"
Me" At this time?"
Zuko" If I don't say this right now, then I never will"
I moved away from the door and he came inside.
"Do you have alcohol?"
He asked and I pointed at my wine. He walked over to it then gulped the entire thing.
Me" Was drinking that"
Zuko" I will buy you another one"
He stared at me then cleared his throat, then walked closer to me;
" I ignore you because I hate the thoughts I have when it comes to you. I try my best to ignore you. And sometimes I succeed but then you are everywhere, and you smile whenever you look at me and maybe you smile like that with everyone but I think there's more to it. I think I am not imagining it, so here, this is a ticket to for a flight to O.R Tambo, you can meet me there at 1pm. If you don't come I'll understand but I hope you do because I want to see if there's more to us than the stolen moments. I need to know I didn't just ask my wife for a divorce just to be another cliché, a man leaving his wife for the maid"
" Tomorrow at 1pm, goodnight Azange"
