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Sniffling, I wipe my nose for the hundredth time this morning, while grabbing my phone to text Nova. She makes the best kind of comfort food for flus like this. Sometimes having a chef as a best friend comes in handy, even if said friend has a short fuse of a temper and forces me to go bars at two p.m. in the afternoon.
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Oh please let her say yes, at this point I won’t mind grovelling.
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My inner child is currently doing a little happy dance.
After I left the Dill’s pub, Nova called me to update me on the events that happened post-maniac-kiss. To sum up, Damian begged her for my number, which is strongly refused – God bless her soul – and he remained a sourpuss the rest of the evening. Jaxon apparently developed a little idolizing crush on little ol’ me, and mocked Damian the rest of the evening. The big news, however, was that Ivan asked her out on a date for the next day, which obviously was a huge success.
Thirty minutes later, after a lame attempt of getting cleaned up and looking somewhat decent, the doorbell rang. Grouching, I wrap my body in a light duvet and head towards the door to open it.
“What am I, your delivery boy?”
“Hey Tommy, I’m really sorry but I can barely move a muscle, a-atchoo!” Wiping my nose, I take the plastic bag from his hands and keep the door open, he can let himself in, I can’t be bothered playing hostess at the moment.
“When did you get sick? I just saw you yesterday, you looked fine,” he asks, concern reflecting on his face. He moves the back of his hand to my forehead and gasps, “You’re burning up a fever, love. Sit your ass down and let me take care of your ugly self.”
Scowling, I sit down, and open the plastic bag to take out the warm paper container filled with delicious goodness. Tommy makes his way to the kitchen and fills up the kettle with water.
“I’ll make you some warm tea with honey and lemon, and you missus, start digging into that soup.”
“Thanks Tommy, I don’t know what I’d do without you and Nova.” I take out the spoon packed with the container and I un-wrap the cling film, a sudden burst of aroma essences fills the air surrounding me. Humming, I take a spoonful of the soup and let cool down a bit, “Food glorious food!Hot sausage and mustard! While we’re in the mood-”
