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Late night visitor

The door bell went, his earlier feelings of exhaustion had long since disappeared. He had cleaned his flat in record time, he was gonna hook up with the beautiful Kelly, and as an added bonus his entire flat smelt like Lynx Africa.
He opened the door and there she was, she looked amazing. He invited her in and they sat on the couch, both of them trying to keep up the pretense that she was just a friend coming to visit, to have a catch up.
They both knew the truth, but neither one was quite ready to say it yet.
“I’m impressed at how clean your flat is.”
“Thanks I don’t like clutter.” He lied
He went to pour her a drink, she asked for a small one, but he filled her wine glass.
She excused herself to go to the bathroom, he knew he was on to a sure thing here, he could see it in her eyes.
She came back 2 minutes later. She grabbed her coat,
“I’ve got to go, I’ll see you soon.”
He was suddenly very confused
“You just got here?”
“yeah, I know, sorry, it’s late, I shouldn’t have come.”
And then she ran out the door.

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