Sean silently walks towards Irene in his sloppy clothes. Dirty and wet, jeans patches here and there.
"Why are you...Sean get yourself dry! I don't want you to catch a cold."
She covers him up with her warm blanket.
"Thanks Irene. That was the last bus, and again, I missed it. So, I..."
He is still shivering while drinking a hot coffee that she made.
"You walked here again?! How many times I've told you, call me if you need my help."
She sits beside Sean, and comforted him.
"I don't want to bother you up in the middle of the night Irene. But you're the closest one that I could ever think of."
He sits utterly still while holding his hot cup of coffee.
"No more alright. You do this again, and I will ignore you, for sure. Hmm. Sean, I have something to tell you..."
She paused and look at Sean's eyes with an unwritten feeling.
"How worse can it be, tell me dear..."
Both of them look into each other's eyes.
To be continued
