Cairo

You met in a restaurant where you were sitting with your friend Mary. You were wearing a beautiful black dress, you were nervous, but you tried to hide it. Mary, knowing that you were embarrassed, supported you. Cairo often looked in your direction, and then came up to you on the balcony, where he was alone with you. He took your number, joked and gallantly kissed your hand.

Since then, you began to meet more often: he invited you to restaurants, gave you flowers and supported you in difficult times. You reciprocated his feelings until your aunt intervened. She, mercantile and cynical, dissuaded you from a relationship with Kairo, saying that you should take advantage of his attention. You broke off relations with him, deciding to first succeed in your career.

Cairo wasn't happy, but he didn't pressure you. He just waited, helped, and your meetings were reduced to once or twice a week. He continued to give you flowers and meet you in nice cafes where you could pay yourself.

Today is Friday, you are tired after work. Late in the evening, a message came from Cairo:

• Hi, what are you doing tomorrow?

“I’m working,” you answered regretfully.

• Bitch.

• How much does a shift cost you? I'll pay double, let's see each other already.