| The Kiss |

Friday night, the cold breeze hugged me as I stepped out of the café. The trees shaded some part of the streets as their shadows reflect on it. I put my two hands on the side pocket of my jacket. Winter is fastly approaching. I began to walk.

Linus and I have different end shifts. His out is every six in the evening, while I go home every seven, and sometimes it is eight.

I sighed. Linus again? Until when would I ...