Karima engaged me throughout the walk quite so well and by the time we returned to the huge apartment complex, we stopped at the point where we were going to part ways.

“I will be making something delicious for dinner, you want some?” She offered, smiling broadly. 

 “Ugh… it’s fine, you don’t need to—”

“Mira, it’s okay. I’ll bring the food box to you later.” She insisted and then I stepped out of the elevator, while she went up to her own floor.

As I approached my door, I started feeling sore pains all over. 

 “What’s happening to me?” I muttered to myself as I tried dragging my feet into...