She's not my type

"Sean, com'on, wake up. It's already dawn and Miss Conner wouldn't tolerate any lateness from us," Stefflon said as she shook her twin brother from the bed.Sean groaned, pulling the covers over his head. "Five more minutes, Steff... please," he muttered sleepily.Stefflon rolled her eyes. "Five more minutes and we'll both be on punishment duty again. And this time, it’s going to be toilet scrubbing.”Sean sat up reluctantly, rubbing his eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”“And you’re always late,” she shot back, tossing his uniform shirt at him."Good. Now move," she said, tossing him a towel. "Five minutes, bathroom time. You stink like burnt indomie."Sean smirked. “Still smells better than Conner’s burnt toast.”After a rushed shower and a half-dressed sprint out of the flat, the twins walked briskly toward Conner O’Well Restaurant, the place they both worked not because they loved it, but because it paid just enough to keep them afloat.Stefflon and Sean were orphans, left to the world after their parents died in a car accident when they were barely six. They were taken in by their father’s only brother, Uncle Raymond, who raised them the best he could until life snatched him too a silent heart attack that left the twins alone again, this time for good. No other relatives. No inheritance. Just each other.Now 18 and determined to survive, they worked long hours at the restaurant to stay afloat. Stefflon handled orders, customers, and cleaning, while Sean floated between dishwashing and kitchen duty, depending on Miss Conner’s mood.By the time they arrived at the restaurant, it was already 9:23 a.m.“Late again,” Sean sighed, out of breath.“Because of you,” Stefflon hissed, fixing her apron as fast as she could.They pushed open the restaurant door and were instantly hit by the smell of frying oil, sweat, and stress. Miss Conner a middle-aged woman with a sharp tongue and sharper eyes stood behind the counter, arms folded, expression like a loaded gun."Look who finally decided to show up," she said coldly. "The royal twins of lateness."Stefflon quickly bowed her head. "We’re so sorry, ma. It was....."Spare me the story," Miss Conner snapped. "One more stunt like this and you both can take your twin talents elsewhere. Clear?"Sean looked like he wanted to say something slick, but Stefflon elbowed him before the words could form.“Yes ma,” they chorused."Now get to work. Table four hasn’t been cleared since Moses parted the Red Sea."Stefflon hurried off, heart pounding. Sean lingered behind just a second longer, then muttered under his breath, "We need to start our own restaurant."And as always, Stefflon pretended not to hear him. ---Meanwhile…On the other side of town, Risa blinked awake slowly, stretching her arms across cold, empty sheets. She sat up, her silk nightgown slipping off her shoulder slightly.Where is he? she thought, glancing at the clock 8:41 a.m.She climbed out of bed and walked barefoot to the sitting room. It was silent, spotless, untouched.“Ren?” she called out, unsure if he was even in the house.As if summoned by her voice, the front door creaked open. Ren stepped in, adjusting the sleeve of his jacket like nothing happened.Risa jumped. “Oh my God, you scared me!”He barely looked at her. “You’re always scared.”“Where have you been?” she asked softly, walking toward him. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”“I had somewhere to be,” he replied bluntly.She tilted her head. “At this time of the morning?”Ren shot her a sharp glance. “Why all the questions, Risa? You’re not my mom.”“I’m your girlfriend,” she said, folding her arms. “At least, I think I am.”He scoffed, tossing his keys onto the center table. “Yeah. Whatever.”Risa inhaled sharply. “Can’t you just… cancel your appointment with whoever you’re meeting today? We haven’t even gone out in two weeks. Let’s go on a date. Just you and me.”Ren stared at her like she was speaking a foreign language. “A date?”“Yes. Please.” Her voice cracked slightly as she blinked away invisible tears. “I miss you.”He frowned but said nothing for a long moment. Then, with a loud sigh, he muttered, “Fine.”Risa smiled a little, her voice still shaky. “Thank you, baby.” ---Ren’s POV God. She was doing it again the fake tears, the guilt trap, the endless questions.Ren walked into the bedroom, mentally cussing under his breath.Why the hell did I even agree to this?He sat on the edge of the bed, his jaw tense. She didn’t get it. She never did. Their parents had forced this two childhood friends turned into some kind of arranged couple just because of tradition and family pressure.He didn’t love her. Heck, he didn’t even like her most days. She was clingy, too emotional, and worst of all she always played the victim.Ren ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the wall. I need to get out of this. Soon. ---Risa’s POV She stood quietly in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of juice.He’d said yes… but only because she’d made it emotional. That wasn’t how love was supposed to work, right?She sighed and leaned on the counter.Two weeks in his house.Two whole weeks, and he hadn’t even touched her.No kisses. No intimacy. Not even cuddles on the couch.He didn’t sleep in the same bed with her always claimed he needed space, or had work to do in the guest room.Risa swallowed the lump in her throat.Was she the only one still trying in this relationship?