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Part 15

Almost a month had passed, and life began to go back to normal, but what did normal even mean? There was no difference now from when I first came to Sweden, except that I was sure I had met Mr. Right who slipped through my fingers, but I was over that too. I didn't come to Sweden to find love, but to learn acting and there were five months left before I was on a flight back home.

It was too late to change the theater group, but it didn't matter. I hadn't seen William there since we had that dinner, and I didn't want to ask Alva why he never showed up. The first week after that dinner, Alva was quiet and absent. Julia had asked her if anything had happened, but she said she couldn't bear to talk about it. Another week passed and Alva slowly began to get back to the Alva I first met. Now a month later, she seemed happy and of course, I became curious about what was going on in her life.

I took the opportunity to ask her why she was so happy as we sat on the bench outside the theater, and she looked at me with blushing cheeks. "Well, I've met someone . . . or we've been friends for a long time but now we've started dating to see if maybe there could be something more," she said.

Oh wow, that was unexpected. I thought she and William might have had a tough period but that they had gotten over it and were deeper in love than ever. Isn't that how it always works in the movies?

"Oh wow, so you and William aren't together anymore?" Maybe a stupid question since she just told me that she had started dating someone. "No, we broke up a month ago. But we were so different from each other anyway and we wanted different things in life. William wanted to start a family and move in together, but I'm only twenty-three and I want to travel the world, not sit at home with a baby."

"I can understand that." I more or less pretended to be interested in her new love, but my thoughts were on William. Had he been single all this time? Of course, I understand that he might not have wanted to throw himself into something new right away with another girl, but if she'd moved on, maybe he would have too.

"How does William take it?" I asked, watching her shrug. "I don't know. We don't talk much right now. I think he's still mad for a thing I did six months ago and now I'm dating his best friend or should I say former best friend."

That may explain why William never came back to the theater group, he had quit after they broke up. "His best friend?" I asked and she nodded. "Viktor, yes." She sighed and continued. "Me and Viktor happened to have sex with each other on New Year's Eve and I couldn't tell William about it. I didn't want to hurt him or lose him, so I pretended like it had never happened. . . But during an argument, I told him."

What do you say after hearing such a story? They both must have suffered, I mean, it can't have been easy for Alva to carry this secret for William either especially if it's with his friend. I can't even imagine how William must have felt, but I can understand that he withdrew and wanted space to think and process it.

On my way home, I thought about what Alva told me earlier today. She and Viktor . . . I couldn't have imagined that. He was such a shallow guy, and it was written on his forehead'fuckboy.'How could Alva get hooked on him? I already knew she had better taste than that.

I went into the café to buy myself a coffee as I didn't own a coffee maker myself. I got in line and luckily it didn't take long until it was my turn. I ordered my caramel latte with extra whipped cream on as usual and was just about to leave the cafe when I collided with someone.

'Not again!'

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," I said, looking up. I took a step back and felt my heart leap in my chest when I saw him.

He lowered his gaze and looked at the large coffee stain with cream on his olive-green t-shirt. I bit my lower lip as I watched the cream fall onto his shoe.

'Oops, say something.'

"Do you want a napkin?"

He raised his gaze and lifted the corner of his mouth in a playful smile. "I think we'll have to stop meeting like this."

I immediately felt my cheeks blush and shyly lowered my gaze. I'd almost forgotten how good-looking he was, but only almost. I gathered the courage to look up at him again and met his gaze. "I hope it wasn't your favorite t-shirt," I said, grinning at him.

"This was my only t-shirt," he said, and we shared a laugh. "Will you let me buy you another coffee? Where the cream isn't on my t-shirt or shoes," he said, looking at the coffee I had in my hand or what was left of it.

I laughed nervously and nodded at him. "I'd love that." He took my coffee with him and threw it in the garbage. I stood outside the café waiting for him with a big smile and a tingling stomach. It felt like my whole body had ants crawling under my skin and I was once again in the lust phase.

He came out of the café with two coffees and handed me one. "Thank you," I said shyly, looking at the extra cream he had ordered for me. "Where are you going?" he asked, and I looked at him. "Home, and you?"

"I don't know. I have no plans today," he said, giving me a smile that made my heart flutter. "Would you like to come along?" I asked, holding my breath until he answered. "Sure."

'Stay calm Billie. Don't show him that you're overjoyed'