"Oh Twan. Nice name." She smiled.

"Thanks. Where do you live by the way?" I asked.

"I don't have a house." She said as she bowed her head.

"What. But I always saw you entering your house..........." I said but then stopped immediately when I realised that I messed up.

"Ohh.... So I got a stalker." She chuckled.

I felt a bit awkward at that time. Maybe I was getting too personal. We just met and I was asking her all types of questions.

'I better stay silent .' I thought.      

"That's where I work after working in the cafeteria. I babysit the daughter of the owner of that house as from 3 pm and I sleep there itself while taking care of their daughter. Then I leave early in the morning to go to the cafeteria." She explained

"Wow..... I really don't know what to say." I said. My mind was confused.

Florence looked like she was around 18 or 19 years old and she was working so much.

"I never talked about this to anyone. But I don't know why I feel like sharing everything with you. Maybe because I think you're a good guy." She said as she smiled but I also noticed a spark in her eyes. Her eyes were teary.

"You can share whatever you want with me Florence." I said.

I was going to place my hand on her shoulder but I hesitated.   

"Ah. The bus stop." She said.

When I finally moved my eyes away from her pretty face, I realized that we already reached the bus stop.

"Yeah... Well.... Okay then..... Have...a.......a nice day." I said, showing sadness on my face.

"But the bus hasn't come yet Twan." She said with a smile.

I smiled too.
She wanted me to stay. Wow! I felt butterflies in my stomach. I was so happy that I smiled widely at her.

"Yeah yeah of course." I said with excitement.

Just as I said that, a bus came.

My smile faded away. I looked at Florence.

"The....bus.." I said.

"I see that.... I'm sorry....I really wanted to talk to you but...." She said.

She then quickly opened her purse and took out a card.

She handed it to me.

"Here.. There's my number on this card. You can call me if you want. I will wait." She said with a smile.

I took the card with surprise. I got her number too. As if she wanted to give it on her own. Well, of course she gave it on her own. I never asked her.
I was still lost in my thoughts when the bus drove away from the bus stop.

I couldn't see Florence anywhere. She was gone.
But I still had her number. I looked at the card and I was totally speechless.

The card was for babysitting services.
It was written:

For babysitting services, contact miss Florence.
Number: 2356681090

"She does 2 jobs. Wow! I should find out more about her." I whispered to myself.

After that, I quickly remembered that mom was waiting for me. Not for me but for the bread.
I took out my phone from the pocket of my trousers and my soul wanted to leave my body.

There were 2 missed calls from my mom and........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

19 missed calls from Ryan!!!!