Dream Girl on Monday

Chapter 5: Unexpected Connections

The sun cast a warm golden glow through the curtains as I gradually emerged from the
depths of sleep. The weariness from the previous day lingered, urging me to savor a few
extra moments of rest. It was Sunday, a day of respite, with no university classes or parttime job to attend to. Today, I had the luxury of time.
As I stretched lazily, my thoughts turned to the events of the previous day—the encounter
with the mysterious girl and the dangerous pursuit that had unfolded. I had refrained from
asking her about the incident, choosing instead to let her rest. Today, however, I resolved to
seek answers, to unravel the enigma that surrounded her.
A faint noise from the dining area piqued my curiosity, drawing me out of my drowsy haze. I
made my way towards the source, entering the kitchen to find a delightful surprise awaiting
me. A simple yet enticing breakfast was neatly arranged on the table, tempting my senses
with its aroma.
And there she was, standing by the sink, wearing one of my t-shirts. The sight of her amidst
the domesticity, washing the dishes, made my heart skip a beat. It was endearing and
unexpected, a testament to her resourcefulness and willingness to contribute.
She turned towards me, her eyes meeting mine. "Oh, you're awake," she exclaimed, a
gentle smile gracing her lips. "I was just about to wake you up. It's late, and breakfast is
ready. Sorry for borrowing your t-shirt and shorts. I washed my clothes, but I didn't have any
extras, so I had no choice."
Her apology hung in the air, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her presence. A playful
smirk formed on my lips as I replied, "It's alright. You don't need to pay me back. Besides,
you look beautiful in that outfit," I added with a lighthearted chuckle.
A blush colored her cheeks, and for a moment, silence enveloped us. I wondered if my
words had caught her off guard or if it was merely my imagination. Sensing her shyness, I
swiftly changed the subject, aiming to restore a sense of normalcy. "Well, let me wash my
face, and I'll join you at the table."
Making my way to the washroom, I couldn't help but notice the meticulous tidiness that
adorned the house. She had taken it upon herself to clean and reorganize my once chaotic
room, transforming it into a haven of order and tranquility. It was a gesture that spoke
volumes about her character—a kind and considerate nature that extended beyond her initial
plea for help.
As I splashed cool water on my face, my thoughts returned to the unanswered questions that
lingered between us. Today, I would gather the courage to inquire about the incident of
yesterday, to delve into the depths of her past. But for now, breakfast awaited, and the
morning held promises of discovery and understanding.