A cup of to-go coffee came into view when she opened the door. “Soy latte, just how you like it.” She smiled while John handed her the coffee. John knew her too well.
Sipping at the coffee, they sat down to check their photos. After a while John's stomach grumbled audible. “Looks like someone skipped dinner,” she giggled and got up. “I have some deep-fried chicken left in the freezer. How about that?”
John shrugged and smiled. “You know I’m fine with whatever you make.”
Together they ate dinner and watched a rocket launch.
“John?,” Stella began. “I need to ask you a favour.”
John glanced up at her. “Sure. What’s up?”
“Would you take care of the house while I’m traveling?” The warm smile on his face vanished and Stella could see that he didn’t like the subject. John wasn’t the most sociable guy and often Stella had to literally drag him out of his nutshell. Otherwise he’d spend most of his time in front of the computer. She knew what would happen while she was away. Stil, he was an adult and had to take care of himself.
“Yeah,” he started but his voice broke. He cleared his throat. “Sure, I can do that. Did you make any plans?”
Stella nodded and added: “Actually, I already booked most of my tickets. I’m going next Monday.”
John's eyes widened in surprise. “What? Monday?! Are you not rushing things a bit now?”
Stella shrugged. “It was your suggestion.”
He frowned. “Yeah, guess I didn’t think you’d do it so soon.”
“When else? You said it yourself, it's best to take it as a chance.” Stella nudged him in the arm and gave him the most innocent smile she could manage. “And hey, I will come back.”
"I hope so."
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