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The next two visits went the same way where she would give me something to drink and I would come back as usual. She gave the signed contract and has informed she is almost done with the first two episode's scripts.

I called her through the phone. "Hi."

"Hey"

"Can I come Saturday for the script?"

"Yes. Sure. Come anytime."

"Let's go out for a walk."

"we will go to the beach then."

"Done." I said excitedly. "see you soon." And I hung up.

I waited for Saturday to come. This time waited had a sort of pleasure. I liked the feeling. And I wanted only live inside that. Is this what love is like! "John give me all the pending works. I'm off on Saturday."

"What?" John came shocked. "You are taking off? Really?" he sure will be shocked since this is my first time taking off past two years. I have even come when I fall sick. "So someone had to come to change the bull," John commented and brought all the files that needed approval.

Saturday morning I woke up early losing my sleep and I began to get ready. I went there morning itself. She seemed to have just showered and got out as she opened the door for me. Wearing khaki shorts and white oversized t-shirts she looked cute. I liked it since I was wearing a white round neck t-shirt and faded blue jean. I took off the denim jacket and hanged it. She asked me what I wanted for lunch but I honestly had no idea. "Seafood Pasta" she suggested in the end. We walked to the nearby grocery store and purchased needed things for our pasta. "When did you marry my dear girl. You didn't tell us." An old lady at the counter asked her. She blushed looking at me and the lady back and forth. "No, No, he is not my husband.." "Yet" I completed the sentence for her. She paid and we walked out of the store in silence. She must be feeling really awkward and shy I could tell from seeing her red face. But I liked it anyway.

"Let me help you." I offered her help. But she denied. She didn't let me touch a thing. In the end, after all the nagging, she asked me to fill a jug of water.

I looked at her. "What?" she laughed. "That's a job too. I hate doing it. Sara and I are really lazy to do that. Do, do." She said. she was dealing with the pasta. After cutting all the necessary vegetable and cleaning the fish ingredients. I filled the jar and walked towards her. I back hugged and stood there like that for a long time. She stopped doing her work. "I don't want the burnt food to cook properly." I mocked her as she did things slowly while I rested my head in her shoulders. 'She must be around 5.4 feet high for my 6 feet height.' I thought. 15 minutes later we sat down for lunch.