The weekend came to an end and everyone packed their loads on Sunday evening to return to their homes as soon as possible. Chris and Cynthia hung out on the balcony in the late afternoon after their lunch, and they talked about themselves.
“You don’t have anything about yourself to tell me? I just realized that we’ve spent all the weekends together in a group, and we haven’t really talked,” Chris said, facing her and leaning her left elbow on the white painted balcony block as he smiled into her eyes.
“You are just asking now? Seems you love to do what you should do first, last, uhn?” she replied and he chuckled.
“I didn’t want to bore you out; you looked like you were having so much fun,” he shrugged, still smiling with his almond eyes.
“You just have your way of getting out of troubl
