Natalie,
Petrus smiled at me when I refilled his coffee, then went back to continue my work.
He said something to the person on the other end of his call and then closed his eyes while rubbing his temples.
I sighed. He has been like this for a week now since our reunion. He sends a car to give me a ride to work, then he comes after an hour, following me.
He just sits at the table drinking his coffee while he did his work silently for hours nonstop.
The owner of the place gives me a weary look when he saw him each time, but thankfully he said nothing.
Because I had no words to tell him, I don’t know why he was doing this. The man didn’t even talk to me ever since.
This was our silent routine and even though it felt nice to see him because for me he is like a piece of home and I don’t
