It was a peaceful day. Nur woke up with a dainty smile on her face.

Feeling so good about herself, she dressed herself up. It will be the first time Dylan would see her without her limitations—her walls and she wants it to be just perfect.

So she dresses herself in a pale yellow dress that reaches down to her feet. Flowers adorn the borders of the light yet delicate fabric. A red belt around her waist makes her look slimmer and more confident about the choice of her dress. She allows her long, black hair untied that cascade down her waist. She runs hand through her hair, trying to give them some texture and parts her hair down the middle. Applying a soft pink lipstick just to give some life to her lips, she gazes herself in the mirror.

Her lips are coloured, her nose is aligned and her cheeks are already red by the mere thought of what Dylan might say. But then she looks at double-lid eyes and she loses her confidence. It is the only feature of herself she is not so fond of. She has her father's eyes and the rest of her features belong to her mother. What wouldnit take if she had her mother's eye too?

She wears her red sandals, takes a deep breath, running hand through her hair, she leaves her room. Casting a look at Dylan's room, she descends down the stairs.

Dylan gave her a separate room because he wanted her to grow comfortable first. And she couldn't be more grateful.

Maybe he is sleeping. I can make him breakfast.

She thinks as she climbs down the last step but as she does, she stops dead in tracks.

Dylan is placing the plates on the table that is full of breakfast. There are dishes she has never thought of eating. But what surprises her is Dylan, who is wearing an apron around his sweat shirt and trousers. His hair, for the first time, are not swirled back like they are always. They are disheveled. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up and his hands work in frenzy as he sets the fruits around the plate.

As he is to pick up the glass from the counter, his eyes lift up. Nur squirms as his eyes widen while he drinks her existence. He watches her, from top to bottom and bottom to top as if he never saw a woman before. His body stills and his Adam's Apple bob up and down. When the glass slips from his hand and crashs onto the ground, then does he come out of his trance.

'Oh, are you okay?' Nur runs towards the glass but Dylan stops her.

'Are you serious?'

'What?'

'You think you come out looking this beautiful and I'll be okay?' Nur blushes.

'I just--'

'Look hot damn,' he whispers to himself as he runs his hand through his hair.

Nur fidgets with the ends of her hair. 'Did you made this?' She tries to change the topic but Dylan does not respond. 'Dylan, did you made this?'

'Huh? Sorry. Uh, no. I didn't make this. Last night's experience told me something.' He smiles. 'I just set the table.'

'Thank you.' He pushes the chair back for Nur and she sits on it.

He himself sits and clears his throat. 'What would you like to have?'

Nur laughs. 'Seriously?'

'What?' He hands her the handkerchief, 'I am trying to be useful.'

'Don't be,' she pours herself the juice, 'you don't have to change. I already like you.' First Dylan snickered and then that snicker turned into a laugh and Nur blushes. 'I mean, you know ... ugh! Dylan, stop laughing!'

'Sorry,' he wipes his mouth with the handkerchief. 'Okay, tell me what are your plans for today?'

'It is Sunday.' Nur slices the egg and gathers it on her fork. 'What about you?'

He leans back on the chair. 'I am having a few guests over in the afternoon. Then I have a small meeting in the evening and at night ...' his eyelashes hooded his eyes.

'And at night?'

He smirks and Nur reclines in her chair. 'You wanna know?'

Nur holds her breath and immediately throws her gaze down. 'No,' she clears her throat, 'I am sure you will be busy.'

'Oh, would I?' He asks as a small smile plays on his lips. To Nur's surprise, he leans in and plants a small kiss on her cheek, 'This will be the best business I might have then.'

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