I felt a gentle touch on my cheek and shortly afterwards a feathery kiss on my forehead.

"Good evening, baby." An angelic voice whispered. I opened my eyes. Malcolm. He was sitting next to me on my bed, smiling. I had also given him a key to my room so that he didn't have to wait outside when I was in class, for example and he was already visiting.

"Hello, honey." I whispered in a hoarse voice and wiped my eyes. He leaned over me and kissed me tenderly. His hand ran over my side.

"Do you want to go out for diner? I got my wages today." He asked gently.

"Yes. But you can't spend your wages on food."

"Yes, I can. It's not for food. It's for YOU." I smiled. He slipped a little. I got up and changed into fresh clothes.

*

We were sitting in a restaurant and had already ordered. Malcolm sat across from me. A wine glass dangled between his fingers and he smiled at me. I took a sip of my water and asked:

"So how was your day?" He put the wine glass down and leaned back a little.

"Quite well."

"What did you fix?" I asked further.

"Ah. Nothing special. Yesterday was interesting."

"Why?"

"Yesterday we had a 1920s car in for repairs."

"Really?" I asked with wide eyes. These cars were worth a lot.

"Yes."

"Were you allowed to screw it?" He giggled and nodded shyly. "What?"

"The engine was old. The man wanted a new one. In addition, the side walls had to be replaced and repainted. So say the whole front end."

"You cut, painted and assembled car sheet metal?" I frate, astonished.

"Yes. It wasn't easy. But I did it."

"How did it look?" He pulled two photos out of his trouser pocket and placed them on the table. He pointed to one.

"That was before the repair." The car was rusty and ugly. Then he pointed to the other picture, on which you could see the car and behind it, his face smeared with oil. I giggled. "That was afterwards."

"That looks really good." I was amazed. Malcolm had turned the old junk car into a beautiful car.

"Do you think so?" He asked and put the pictures back in his pocket.

"Yes! It turned out beautiful."

"Thanks." He grinned. "It was a lot of work."

"Who took the picture?"

"Bon. He's a work colleague. You should meet him sometime. I'm sure you would understand each other."

"That's the man who picked you up when we first met, isn't it?" I asked. Malcolm looked at me in surprise.

"Yes exactly. How do you know he picked me up?"

"I ... I followed you. You told him you wanted to drive your car yourself." We laughed.

"Little Rascal. You just followed me like that and I didn't notice." Malcolm chuckled, gently stroking my hand. I melted away.

"What did the man say when he picked up the car?" I then asked.

"He was very satisfied and transferred double my monthly wages to my account." I stared at him with my mouth open. He smiled.

"Wait ... The company always gets the money."

"Yes. And because the work was good, he transferred me black money. Without taxes." He grinned.

"Oh my God. Congratulations, honey." I grinned.

"Thanks." He laughed. Our food came and I ate my pizza hungrily. Malcolm took more time to enjoy it.