Sunday morning was usually the worst day for Rui. By now his headache would've killed him already because of his weekly habit of drowning himself with alcohol at Saturday nights. His own way of relieving stress and forgetting about his problems. But ever since he stayed in the office, it stopped. Leyla was clever enough to strategically confiscate his unnecessary amount of hidden alcohol when she delivers his breakfast on Saturdays.
"You did it again," he said as a welcome to her when she entered his office room. As if the rays of the sun itself followed her every move, she shined brightly in her yellow summer dress. To greet him, she just smiled and waved her packed lunch box.
"Alcohol? Of course I did it again," she said giggling. "You always buy a bunch of wine, little by little on
