Curved Lips

I bring the last chocolate bonbon to my lips, it melts on my palate. I dispose of the box in the trash can in the kitchen. I try not to let it stay on top and thus prevent it from being seen by Mila.

"...whether something happens or not, it's not my problem, I won't poke my nose into your privacy."

The emphasis of his words tells me that I shouldn't tell him my things, but it's funny enough that he would ask about it anyway.

Sigh.

I'm going to my room, it will be a different day tomorrow. After such a strange Thursday and Friday, Silvain will return being the same idiot.

...

A different morning arrives, at six in the morning I wake up to the sound of my cell phone. I answer the phone half sleepy. I sit on the bed and yawn.

“Good morning”

“Good morning, Viscardi. I was waiting for an answer”

"And I gave it to you, Silvain" he snorted. “I've said yes”

“Then it was not such a convincing answer, come to the attic, I will have little time and I need you to sign the new contract