"What brings you to this seductresses door so late?"
"About that. . . I am sorry. I do know it is late. But I have a flight early tomorrow. So here I am to give you this." I sigh as he holds out a small box in front of me. He always does this. Bringing me gifts as if we're dating. Chocolate boxes, stupid artifacts, flowers, Jewelries. I had trashed every single one in his presence to prove my point of never accepting him in this lifetime or in the next. But it is like he does not see or hear my rejection. He is blind, deaf and stupidly immune to it. I collect the small rectangular box from him, glancing around for the waste disposals in the hallway. I frown when I don't see any. There used to be two lining this hallway. "Looking for the waste disposals? I put them away.
