"Sure," Cecilia Adler said. She had never really watched television before and was full of curiosity.
Ian Quincy tuned the TV to a channel for her.
Cecilia Adler leaned back in her chair to watch. Before long, Ian Quincy leaned in closer.
They were very close.
The atmosphere gradually grew intimate.
Cecilia Adler quietly covered her mouth, feigning a yawn. 'I don't want to kiss him again.'
'Even though it feels so good.'
'But it makes my head spin and I can't think straight.'
'I don't like being that version of myself.'
"Are you sleepy?" Ian Quincy asked.
"A little. It's four-thirty, so I should head home. I won't be coming over for the next few days. I'll see you when you come to get me for the wedding." Cecilia Adler planned to use the remaining few days to find some other way to earn money.
"I'll take you home," he said.
"No need, I rode my bike. I bought one." Cecilia Adler pointed to the new bicycle parked downstairs.
"Where did you get the voucher?"
