The next day, I don’t see Manon at the estate. For once, it’s not that I’m avoiding him. I just don’t see him. I thought about my somewhat rude way of running away much of the night. He’ll end up thinking that I have a behavioural problem. Maybe he already thinks it. When I return home, or rather the place that I rent for a few more days, I think again about our evening spent together.
I put my phone to charge because it has no more battery, and tell myself that even if it’s early, I might as well prepare food, it’ll keep me busy. I open my fridge to find something edible. Unfortunately, I no longer have those fabulous lasagne made by Rita Nico.
And there you go! Another thing that reminds me of him.
Looks like my thoughts are ganging up on me so I can’t get him out of my mind. I end up
