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My phone dings at 7pm sharp; it's a message from Dr Smith.

I mean Christian. Uhh, I've gotta get myself used to calling him by his first name, it would be super awkward to the both of us if I go by Doctuuur Smith, reminding us that my sons' paediatrician is now my sugar daddy slash the boyfriend who pays the mom to go out on a date with him.

But damnnn, he's definitely on time.

[ Hi Sophie. I'm ready if you are 😊 I'm at the lobby now. But you don't have to rush, take your time. I'm fine waiting for you here 😊 ]

This morning when Luca asked if I wanted to cook brunch with him, since we woke up pretty late (nobody sets an alarm during the weekends so that's what we did, hence waking up at 11 in the morning) I said no to that because I was too nervous about my date with Christian. I told him I didn't have the appetite so he went downstairs alone while I hopped into the shower.

Being the annoying persistent human being he is, he came upstairs with a tray of breakfast spread when I w