chapter 6
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Honesty stood outside Vicky’s apartment building, his heart beating a little faster than usual. He had planned tonight carefully—every detail, every surprise, every word he hoped would make her smile. He fixed his collar, checked his phone for the time, and inhaled deeply.
Then the door opened.
Vicky stepped out slowly, dressed in a soft, elegant outfit that made her glow even in the simple apartment lights. For a moment, Honesty forgot how to breathe. The smart remarks he had prepared vanished the instant he saw her. She looked like something he didn’t deserve but desperately hoped for.
He quickly walked toward her, trying to hide his shock and admiration behind a calm smile.
“You look… beautiful,” he managed to say softly.
She blushed, looking away with a shy smile. “Thank you.”
Without hesitation, Honesty reached for the car door and opened it for her. The small gesture made Vicky’s heart flutter—no one had ever treated her that softly before. She stepped in, and Honesty closed the door gently before going around to the driver’s seat.
They drove off into the evening, a quiet warmth settling between them.
The restaurant doors opened to warm lights, soft music, and the quiet clinks of cutlery. It wasn’t a fancy place, but it was peaceful, clean, and decorated with simple elegance.
A waiter greeted them immediately.
“Good evening, sir and ma’am.”
“Good evening,” Honesty replied confidently.
“What would you like to order?” the waiter asked.
Honesty smiled. “I booked a reservation here. I’m expecting what I ordered.”
“Oh, wonderful. I’ll be right back,” she said with a polite bow.
Vicky looked at him, confused but curious. “What did you plan?”
He only gave a mysterious smile.
A few minutes later, the waiter returned—pushing a trolley filled with dishes, bowls, and plates arranged perfectly. Vicky’s mouth dropped open. She had never seen so much food prepared just for two people.
“Wait—hold on,” she said, eyes wide. “Did you order all this?”
Honesty nodded, smiling. “Yes. As the queen you are, you deserve the best. I hope you like it… I put a lot of effort into tonight.”
Vicky’s chest tightened with emotion. She felt special—genuinely special—for the first time in a long while.
“I’m super excited,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t even know what to say. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied gently. “I just wanted to see you smile like this.”
They both sat down to eat, but Vicky found herself staring at him more than the food. She liked how thoughtful he was, how gentle he acted, how carefully he watched her reactions.
Honesty noticed.
“Hello?” he teased, smiling. “We can eat now.”
Vicky blinked and laughed, embarrassed.
“Sure,” she said, picking up her fork.
And as they ate, the quiet connection between them grew stronger—soft, warm, and unforgettable.
When they finished, Honesty stood up first and offered her his hand. She placed hers in his, feeling a spark she couldn’t explain. They walked out of the restaurant slowly, like neither wanted the night to end.
Outside, the cool breeze brushed against them. Honesty opened the car door for her again.
“You don’t have to do all that,” Vicky said, shy but happy.
“I want to,” he replied simply.
As they drove back, the silence wasn’t awkward—it was warm, filled with unspoken feelings. Honesty kept stealing glances at her, and Vicky kept smiling to herself whenever she caught him.
When they reached her building, he walked her to the door.
“I hope you enjoyed tonight,” he said.
“I did… more than you know.”
They stood there, looking into each other’s eyes—softly, quietly, like the night itself was waiting for something to happen.
“Goodnight, Vicky,” Honesty said.
“Goodnight,” she whispered.
And as she walked inside, her heart wouldn’t stop beating fast.
She knew tonight was only the beginning.
While Honesty was still glowing from the date, he went to his friend Alvin’s apartment the next day. Alvin was checking files when he heard a knock.
He opened the door and was surprised.
“Honesty? Wow. You hardly come to my place. What brought you here?”
“Won’t you offer me something first?” Honesty joked.
“Oh! Come in,” Alvin laughed.
He brought wine and two glasses.
“So,” Alvin asked, sitting down, “start talking.”
Honesty sighed. “I went to Vicky’s apartment to return the file she forgot. But when I got there, I heard shouting from inside. I walked in because I was worried, and guess what I saw?”
“What?” Alvin leaned forward.
“Her boyfriend was dealing with her like an animal,” Honesty said, anger rising in his voice. “He was yelling, breaking things… it was bad.”
“Are you serious? What happened next?”
“I couldn’t stand it. So I separated them. But the i***t tried to fight me… until Vicky chased him out.”
Alvin nodded slowly. “Good. She’s too beautiful and too good for that kind of man.”
Honesty rubbed his forehead. “I… uh… I asked her out on a date that same day.”
Alvin laughed. “YOU did what?!”
“And she said yes,” Honesty said with a shy smile.
Alvin’s eyes widened. “Wow, man! Look how happy you are. If you’re serious, you should ask her out properly before it becomes too late.”
Honesty swallowed. “What if she doesn’t want me?”
“You’ll never know unless you try,” Alvin replied. “Give it a shot.”
Honesty stood up and hugged him. “Thank you, man.”
That evening, Honesty walked around his room restlessly, replaying Vicky’s smile, her shy laugh… her eyes. He knew Alvin was right.
He needed to tell her how he felt.
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