Chapter 2 We're Just Friends

"Thank you," Gigi said as she collected the food from the cooks' hands.

Reaching her room, she met Michael. He stays in the same hostel as her but on different floors.

"Good evening." She said as she walked past him to unlock her door.

"Evening. How are you feeling now?" Michael knew Gigi wasn't feeling well.

Michael was the only friend Gigi had in the hostel. Although he had made attempts to date her, she refused bluntly, and they just agreed to be friends. Or friends with little benefits, but Gigi kept her boundaries.

"I'm fine. I just want to freshen up, eat, and sleep. I'm so tired." She said as she stepped into the room, and Michael followed behind, closing the door.

"What will you eat? I'll get it for you."

"Hmm, why are you so caring today?"

"Haven't I always been caring?" Michael asked as he hugged her from behind, breathing on her ears and neck.

"Michael, I'm tired. You know it. I have food, I got something outside." Gigi said as she broke free from his embrace to get some water to drink.

"Okay, do you need anything? I'll get it."

"Nothing, just snacks. I'm going to take a shower, you can have some water. You know my kitchen is empty."

"Yeah, a cook that never cooks." They both laughed, and Gigi went to the bathroom, shouting.

"Don't judge me, we're just friends."

Gigi hardly cooks; she always buys food since her year one, eat provisions, or cook with her roommate or church members. Even at home, most of the time, it's her younger brother, Nuel, who cooks or her mum, Sandra Lawrence.

After forty minutes of waiting, Gigi finally stepped out with a set of pyjamas.

"Have you eaten?" she asked Michael.

"Yeah, I ate an hour ago. I'll get snacks for us later for a midnight snack."

"Sure, thank you."

"And I'll stay with you tonight."

"Okay... you sound like it's the first time you're staying over. Hope you didn't get into any trouble while I was gone."

Michael is not an ordinary person. Though a dark, dark-skinned, cute smile with dimples, handsome and with a nice stature. Gigi is sometimes shocked to see herself mingling with him. He is mostly seen with cultists, and she's not sure if he's a cultist himself and gets into fights often. But he's kind and warm when around people he cares about.

"I'm not that jobless," Michael replied with a chuckle as he laid comfortably on the bed, watching Gigi, who was about to eat.

"Come and eat." Gigi invited casually.

"Thanks, you go ahead," he said as he played with his phone.

Gigi smudged. Then, she took her medication after eating.