A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Kimmon's POV

"No!" Plan said firmly and stubbornly to me on the phone. "I told you earlier that we're over. I don't want to go back to our place. I will come pick up my stuff in the day time when you are at work."

After all my attempts at convincing him to come back to me, and after I sensed that no amount of pleading was going to make him change his mind, I gave up, feeling utterly defeated.

In fairness to him, his accusations had been valid. I had taken those photos of Copter during the inauguration of my restaurant because I had felt an instant attraction to him on the first day that he had been introduced to me. But I had no intention of being unfaithful to Plan. It was going to remain a secret crush that I had no intention of acting on. But Plan wouldn't give me the time of day. And just like that, I was suddenly single again.

In the days that passed, Plan kept true to his word. When I came home from work, all his stuff was gone from our place.

I tried to focus on my usual tasks. I was grateful for Copter's patience as he went about assisting me and explaining stuff that I wasn't too knowledgeable about.

At the end of the workday I offered to bring Copter home but he declined. He said that a friend of his was coming to pick him up because he had agreed to go to an orchid exhibit with that friend.

I had almost forgotten that Copter was into horticulture and that he had a particular interest in orchids. Or was that his mom? I had difficulty remembering it now.

I went home to an empty house and made myself a TV dinner. I had no skills in cooking at all. Plan had done all the cooking for me.

When my microwave dinged to let me know that my frozen pack of lasagna with meat and sauce was ready to eat, I stood up from the couch and took it out, placed it on a tray and walked back to the living room and turned my TV set on.

The evening news was halfway through. Then the weather forecast came on. Darn it, it was going to rain tomorrow. And heavily at that, if the weatherman was going to get it right. Sometimes the opposite of what was predicted happened instead. I hoped that the weatherman would be wrong and that tomorrow was going to be a sunny day instead. I just hated rainy days. They always dampened my spirit.

I put a forkful of the lasagna into my mouth. Hmm, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be.

Then the weather forecast ended and a news flash came on to the screen.

Firemen were battling a fire that was raging at an orchids exhibit place.

Wait, hadn't Copter mentioned to me earlier that he was going with a friend to an orchid exhibit this afternoon?

I forgot all about my lasagna and focused my attention on the news.

The blast that had caused the fire was under active investigation according to the field reporter.

Some people were being carried out on stretchers and being carried to a waiting ambulance.

I quickly took my phone out of my pocket and searched for Copter's phone on my contact list.

Pick up, pick up, c'mon Copter, pick up.

My call went to voice mail.

A sudden sense of foreboding washed over me. Should I be worried?