I take the plate to him and he starts eating leaving his plate squeaky clean.

“Wow when last did you have a home cooked meal?” I asked jokingly not expecting an answer from him.

He shrugs “4 years ago.”

That long, then what has he been eating all along? Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable I decide to drop the topic.

“Where do you stay?” I asked as I place my plate on the table “Midrand.”

And now I start to wonder does he even work? What does he do, who does he live with? Does he have a girlfriend? Those are the questions buzzing on my mind.

He cocks his head and looks at me as if I am the most interesting person on the entire planet. “Thanks,” He nods at his empty plate and coffee “Now I have to get back home.” He says standing up.

“Right.” I say as I walk him to the door “It was my pleasure.” He nods as he walks out.

I lock the door and walk into tge bathroom and there on the laundry basket I see his clothes, I take the clothes and go put them to the washing machine before I go back and take a long bath.

I laid my head back and smiled, it was nice having someone to share a meal with and I was proud of myself for getting the couage to talk to him even though most of the time we spent together I wondered how he kissed.