Kelvin could not stop himself from wondering what could have been wrong with her. All he knew about her was that she was very hard-working and always met targets. He hardly paid attention to anything at work apart from work. Did someone upset her at the office? Or was it something else? Was it man issues?
He was having a bit of woman issues himself. The date with his woman and God had not gone well as he had hoped. Eva had not spoken to him since then.
After work, Tuesday evening, around some minutes past six, Kelvin had showed up at Eva’s doorstep with flowers in his hands, and a broad smile on his lips. She had eyed him blandly, her petite but voluptuous figure blocking his entrance into her apartment.
“Hi, honey. See,” he said, holding up the flowers. “I came as promised. How can you
