At 8:00 pm, Miranda came downstairs to take out the trash, right on schedule,
Hansel watched her from behind his windshield, greedily taking in her presence.
Today, she wore a blue floral maxi dress; her hair had grown longer and it was cascading softly down her back. She wore flip–flops, looking effortlessly relaxed and carefree.
He got out of the car, ready to approach her, but suddenly, someone stepped in his way.
Paul said, “So we meet again, Mr. Johnson.”
“Step aside!”
Seeing Miranda about to head back upstairs after taking out the trash, Hansel panicked.
Paul stood his ground, watching Miranda until she entered the apartment building, before shifting his
Calvin rolled his eyes. “Zach, could you tone down the gloating for crest
“Oh?” Zach blinked innocently. “Is it that obvious?
Calvin sighed. “What do you think?
“Alright, alright, I’ll dial it back.”
“Hans, don’t mind him. He just likes to run his mouth, Calvin sad grating the bottens sour another drink.
But before he could, Hansel suddenly reached out and covered his glass
“Hans?” Calvin asked in confusion. Even Zach locked up from his cozy soot
Hansel said, “No need. Just one glass is enough.”
What? What did he say?
Calvin took a moment to process it before setting the bottle down and this on the you?
“Was I a big drinker before?
“Of course! Is that even a question?
Hansel remembered how Miranda used to look at him with worry whenever the came home runk and how much he used to despise her nagging
Now, no matter how much he drank or how drunk he got no one would ever look at him with that mur of anger, frustration, and concern.
“Hans, why are your eyes red?
Hansel cleared his throat. “This wine is harsh on the throat”
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