Don't mind spelling, lol I'm about a wink from slumber.
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Micah didn't come over like Julius said he would. Matter of fact, I didn't hear from Micah since Saturday, and when I asked Julius (the days that he picked me up from work), he said he had stuff to do. Pack stuff, though I thought it could be various of things, only considering I don't know much about the pack anymore.
My week went good, I'd say. I mean, it's Thursday. I don't typically like Thursdays but oddly enough, today is calm. Today doesn't have a dreadful feeling to it at all.
I had seen Qaileen earlier in the morning after signing in the building. She seemed her usual as well, and had asked that we have lunch together as she'd be spending the day in the building — not that it's weird since it's her mother's building, but she is somebody who is also schooling, so I wonder where she finds the time to focus on her school work, unless of course, she doesn't need to since she'll probably find employment here after she graduates.
So here I am, awaiting the appearance of the Indian girl. She doesn't make me wait that long, as she soon approaches me with a confident stride and hair flowing from side to side like she is in some hair advert. Her hair has grown longer, I'll admit, and looks very admirable.
She grins at me, waving with one hand as she carries a plastic bag with the other. "I got us food."
I don't know if I should be offended that she finds the need to bring me food, or grateful that I am receiving food for free. I pick the latter, smiling with gratitude as she settles in the neighbouring seat and hands me a small plastic container. I am oddly surprised to see a warm serving of Mac and cheese.
"Thanks." I peep over at her as she opens her own serving. "I love Mac and cheese."
"I know." She chuckles, handing me a wooden fork before she stabs her food and stuffs a portion in her mouth. "I was told." She then pulls out her phone from her blazer pocket.
Whatever that means.
We sit in silence, at times eating simultaneously and other times, pausing as we chew within the silence between us. My eyes wander around the caffeteria, watching as the other colleagues indulge in conversations over their own meals. I then clear my throat and look at Qaileen.
"I want to ask, have you heard from Micah this week? Or seen him or something."
She places the phone on the table and diverts her attention to me. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh. I mean, I don't know. I guess I am used to seeing him almost every week, but I didn't see him this week, so I was just wondering if you have. Or if he is okay or something."
Qaileen then giggles, covering her mouth momentarily. She then nods, leaning back against her chair. "I did see him. I've actually been seeing him most of the week. He's just really busy, so I guess he just doesn't have time to... visit or reach out. He's okay, though, since you're so concerned."
"Well... as long as he is okay, then that's good."
"Hmm, I think you shouldn't worry about him as much as you do, or people will think you two are dating when you aren't. You know what I mean?" We stare at each other for as long as a few odd minutes; she awaits my answer and I simply take the time to register her words. "Also, yesterday, he told me— oh, I am sure it wasn't his place at all, forgive him. He told me that you're no longer in a relationship? You and your boyfriend broke up? Is that true?"
"Yeah..." I manoeuvre the macaroni a bit. "We broke up last week. Turns out he was cheating and stuff, and I just didn't want to look like some idiot for staying with him."
