Wayo woke up with a headache and sweat. He felt something cold on his forehead. A rag.
"What happened?" He wondered.
Ming was asleep on top of him. He looked at him, smiled and pushed slowly. He tucked it in.
"As nice as ever," he whispered.
He got up and showered.
Already changed, he began to prepare breakfast.
Once he finished cooking and setting the table, he called Ming.
- Minmin, up-. The older one moved, stretched, and slowly got up. He sat there taking his head.
- Aishh, someone didn't let me sleep.
- I realized, sorry Minmin. As compensation, I made your favorite breakfast.
The older raised his head and took a deep breath.
- That smells delicious.
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They ate breakfast next to the window, and it was the first time that Wayo had felt uncomfortable in the presence of his friend.
Every time he looked up from the plate, Ming stared at him.
When he couldn't even eat from the tension, he asked.
- What's up Ming? Did I do something weird last night?
- No. Why?
- You keep looking at me.
Ming sighed and replied.
- Were you always so cute?
Wayo was surprised, but took it as a joke.
- Always. It is impossible haven't noticed.
- Now I notice it- he said looking into her eyes and smiling.
Wayo swallowed hard.
"What's wrong with this one?" He thought.
(17/04/2020)