Aisha
It's not hard to put the pieces together.
The evening at the library, I had been at my wit's end, so close to quitting everything. I had despised Morris with every fiber of my being. This is why it had never even occurred to me, not even as a passing thought, that he could be the one who helped finish my report, leave a brand new laptop for me, and leave some food. The report had been several pages long, and I had just finished a rough draft. He had managed to compile all my notes and my draft and prepare a report so quickly.
Now that I think about it, it makes sense that it was Morris. He's the only one, aside from my colleagues at the restaurant, who knew what I was. He opened the windows while he worked next to me so that his scent wouldn't linger, and he most probably wore glo
