Dream Girl on Monday

Chapter 6: An Unspoken Connection

Seated at the table, we shared a pleasant breakfast together, the aroma of freshly brewed
coffee mingling with the scent of warm pastries. Amidst the comforting silence, a question
lingered within me—a simple yet significant inquiry that held the power to bridge the gap
between strangers. I looked at her, a gentle smile gracing my lips.
"I realized in all the rush, I forgot to ask for your name. May I know what it is?" I asked,
curiosity tugging at my voice.
A soft smile adorned her face as she replied, "My name is Rosie Lambert, but you can call
me Rose."
"Rose," I repeated, savouring the elegance of her name. "It's a beautiful name, Rose."
Her gratitude spilled forth, her eyes gleaming with appreciation. "Thank you," she replied,
her voice infused with warmth.
Curiosity flickered within me as I wondered how she came to know my name. I had not
disclosed it during our initial encounter. I voiced my question, half-expecting a peculiar
explanation.
Rose's smile widened, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "I found a notebook of yours on
your bed," she revealed. "Your name was written inside."
A chuckle escaped my lips as I shook my head in mild embarrassment. "Oh, dear. I must
admit, I can be quite messy at times. I completely forgot to clean the bed for you."
Rose's laughter filled the air, a musical sound that resonated within my being. "It's alright,"
she reassured me. "I don't mind. You're such a nice guy, Nafi."
Gratitude swelled within me as I thanked her for the delightful breakfast she had prepared. A
sense of indebtedness crept into my words, compelling me to question her actions. "You
didn't have to do all the chores by yourself, Rose. You could have asked for my help. You
don't need to bear this burden alone."
With a soft smile, Rose met my gaze. "No, Nafi. It's my duty while I am living in your house.
It's a small gesture compared to all the kindness and support you've shown me." words touched my heart, illuminating the depth of her gratitude. I nodded, understanding
the unspoken bond that had formed between us. "Well, please know that you don't have to
worry too much. You can stay here for as long as you need. This house is your sanctuary."
Completing our breakfast, we tidied up the table, preparing to embark on the day that lay
ahead. As I readied myself to step out, I turned to Rose, a gentle plea in my eyes. "Please,
do not open the door for anyone while I am outside. And if anything feels amiss or if you
need anything at all, just give me a call. Here, take my number."
Her expression saddened momentarily as she responded, "I lost my phone yesterday while
running. I'm not able to contact you."
I reassured her, "That's alright. Just make sure not to open the door unless you see me
through the CCTV camera, okay?"
A nod of understanding passed between us, and with a final smile, I left the house, a mix of
concern and determination churning within me. My steps propelled me forward, a silent
promise resonating within my being—to protect the girl who had found solace within the
walls of my home.