~~~~~~~~What was she thinking about?~~~~~~~~

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"I know, new me i guess." She replied to him.

"Okay i honestly thought you would be done and come back here at 9 or 9:30 , if you told me you would be done so soon i would have made breakfast for you as well." He said having a spoon full of his oatmeal.

"I know, the line while checking out at the flower store was significantly small , was not expecting that." She says , while getting up from the dinning table and heading to the kitchen to see if there was anything she could whip up to make breakfast for herself.

Disappointed with the lack of food items , she just decided to have some pre-made cereal. She opened the fridge for some almond milk to have it with. Now going to accompany Max at the dinning table with a big bowl of cereal in her hand.

"Ah Ste i'd rather you ate something a little bit healthier than sugary cereal first thing in the morning." Said Max.

"Like what? We are fresh out of items except of Oats." She says.

"Oats are really healthy , good crabs." He said.

"Maxi , you know i hate, absolutely hate oats. It's so yuck, like paste of some sort . It doesn't even have any flavor. I must ask you how does it feel to eat bland food?" She says , ending it with a bit of sarcasm.

"Good actually , i know it's definitely doing something good for my system. It's actually not that bland. I added cinnamon , honey , blueberry and apple." Says Max showing the bowl of oats to Stevie who was now shamelessly looking at it and practically drooling.

"Whatever." She says shrugging of her shoulders and getting back to eating her crunchy  breakfast.

After they were done eating , and Max washing the dishes while Stevie tried entertaining him with some lame jokes.

Max then left for work , at 10 am sharp. Stevie was now left home alone again , only for a few minutes. She had to be at the salon at 11am today. She went to her room and plugged her phone of the charger and was just checking her emails.  A few moments later she got a notification from her phone that she opened leading her to a text messages that was sent by an anonymous i-d. Asking her to join them for dinner tonight if she was free to do so. She didn't reply as she couldn't trust strangers at any cost. She then got another message from the same user on her phone , this time with his name. It was Andrew after all. She asked him how did he get her number , he told her that it was very important  and that he had his ways to  get her info. She said that she wasn't in the mood to talk to him ,let alone see him or join him for dinner outside. But he needed her to know what he was about to tell her later on , so he convinced her and pleaded until she had no other option than to say yes to him.

She left for work at 10:55am , so by the time she reached the salon it would be 11am sharp.

She reached her work place and when she entered the same girl who Andrew took her number from last night came up to Stevie and whispered something in her ear.

"I'm sorry i gave that handsome man your number last night." She whispered to Stevie.

"You dirty little s(*t." Said Stevie giving her a slight push and now Stevie going to attended a customer.

After work when she got home at 6pm, she washed up and got ready for dinner. Putting on a pair of cargo pants and a black colored denim shirt.  She looked at herself in the mirror of her closet and gave out a small giggle. Day by day the then tomboy Stevie was the now feminine Stevie and she wasn't even aware of it , that was the shocking part of it. Again by the time Max would be home it would be 7pm or even later than that, so she pulled on the same note trick and stuck it on the fridge. So when he would get back from work and go to the kitchen to hydrate himself , he would see it and wouldn't go completely bonkers over the thought that Stevie is kidnapped. Even though she is a 23 year old woman who can take care of her own self , Max still felt the need to spoon feed her everything, like a child. It was 6:45 when she left. It was a classic  Italian restaurant. By the time she got there it was  7:05pm exact.

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