Back at their flat, the rain hadn't stopped.
Drops slid lazily down the window, catching bits of streetlight — the whole city glowing soft and golden through the mist.
Ruri stood by the window for a moment, still clutching her shopping bag, lost in thought. She could still smell his cologne — faint, familiar, unsettling in the gentlest way.
"Mina ngicela i-update manje!" Nomhle's voice called from the couch, loud enough to snap her out of her daze.
Ruri turned around, startled. "Update about what?"
"Haibo! Ungazongenza upopayi Reratilwe. You think I didn't see those shy smiles and soft eye contacts at the café? I was watching you from the corner, ngathi i-bodyguard yakho!"
