LOGINIt was cold. Cassie tightened the grey scarf hanginfg around her neck. She rubbed her hands together, hoping that they could give her some warmth. Her brother was coming to pick her from the airport. She rolled her suitcase towards the waiting lounge. It was crowded but warm. She knew her brother would call her as soon as he arrived so she was not worried.
No sooner had she sat down than her phone started ringing.
"Hello," she responded. The number was unfamiliar.
"Hello, is this Cassie?" The voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, this is she. Who am I speaking to please?" Cassie asked.
"This is Ken. I have been sent by your brother to come pick you up. I am at the parking lot of the airport. Where are you?"
"Okay, I am on my way," Cass answered.
"It is okay, just tell me where you are. I will come help you with your bags," Ken insisted.
"Don't worry, I don't have much luggage. See you soon."
Cassie walked towards the entrance, her suitcase following suit. As she approached the gate, she felt a pang of disappointment wash over her. She had not seen her brother for some time and for her to send someone instead of coming made her feel bad. She tried to reason that maybe he was busy and that was why he had not come. After all, he was planning a funeral, all by himself.
Their mother was being laid to rest the following day. Sarah and Emily had promised to travel in the evening.
When she arrived at the parking lot, she looked around for someone holding a placard with her name written on it but could not see anyone. She took out her phone and dialled the last number.
"Hello, I am out her. Where are you?" Cass asked.
"I can see you. I am leaning on the dark blue car," Ken said before rattling out the number plate to Cassie.
Cassie found the car within seconds. She walked towards it. A man in a white shirt, blue pair of jeans and a baseball cap was waiting for her.
"Hello," Cass said timidly. She had always been uncomfortable around strangers.
"Hello Cassie, please get in." He ushered her into the car.
"Thank you," Cassie said as she settled. She fastened her seatbelt as Ken loaded her suitcase in the boot.
"How was your flight?" Ken asked politely.
"It was okay, thank you for asking." Cassie wondered if Ken was going to make small talks throughout the ride to her brother's house. She did not want to appear impolite but she needed some quiet.
"That is good to hear. Uhm...I am sorry your brother could not pick you as promised. He is having a bit of a challenge with the peeps at the cemetery," Ken explained.
"Thank you for letting me know," Cass said before removing her phone.
Ken did not engage her again. He focused his mind on driving her home. This gave Cassie a chance to observe him without looking to o bvious. His hair was loosely combed, giving it a shaggy but cuter look. His jaw was square and he had brown dull eyes unlike the stranger...That stranger again.
Cassie noticed that the stranger had a tendency of popping up in her mind anytime he wanted. And whenever she thought of her, she became all sweaty and bothered. She squirmed in her change to get rid of the piercing eyes that danced in her mind.
"Are you okay? Should I slow down?" Ken asked. He had noticed her discomfort.
"Huh...Sorry...I am okay," Cassie answered hurriedly while shaking her head. She had to learn how to properly mask her feelings and not wear them on her sleeve like some idiot. She vowed to keep the stranger out of her mind. And to do that, she opened her messages and decided to chat up her friends.
Sarah was offline so she chatted up Em. Em was worried about her and for the firsat time since Cassie had known her, did not make any sexual jokes. Cass assured her that she was fine and that she would video call them as soon as she arrived at her brother's. She also advised Em to carry heavy clothes as the weather here was not favourable.
"We are here," Ken said before hooting loudly. "Sorry, I forgot the garage remote."They had stopped at a sky blue gate.
"Ooh, no worries," Cassie commented. She was glad that they were finally home. She was tired and jetlagged. The flight had not been that long but it had been long since she had taken a flight out of the town she lived in.
"Hey sister," Asher called out from the compound.
He was standing near the gate, a remote in his hand. He handed the remote to Ken who had alighted from the car and taken Cass's suitcase from the boot.
"Hi brother," Cass answered awkwardly. It had been long since they had seen each other face to face. They talked and video called but it was not the same.
"Look at you, all grown," Asher teased.
Cassie blushed before walking towards Asher's open arms. They hugged for a minute before he let her go and started inspecting her.
"Have you been eating well?" Asher asked.
"Yes," Cass answered. She knew he was coming from a good place. And this was why she loved her brother. It did not matter how long they had been apart, Asher was always ready to welcome her. And that was why she had always felt guilty anytime he asked her to come home and she said no. She loved her brother but hated the town.
It was not Asher's fault really. He had been their mother's favourite, the golden child and her mother was never afraid to show it. She always sang his name, talking about how perfect he was. It was not like Cassie was not not good at anything. In fact, she was brighter than Asher but since she was not a planned kid, she was left to rot in the background.
"Come, I know you are tired. I can see the wheels in your mind rolling faster than the F1 car," Asher commented. He knew her sister despite the distance. She was an overthinker, most times in a good way.
Cassie let Asher lead her towards the house.
Cassie woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom blinds. Reggie was still asleep beside her, one arm flung across her waist, face half-buried in the pillow. She watched him for a moment; the steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint scar on his eyebrow from some long-ago fight Asher refused to talk about and felt a quiet happiness settle in her bones.She slipped from bed carefully, padded barefoot to the kitchen, and started coffee. The apartment smelled like cedar and last night’s takeout containers still on the counter. Her phone buzzed on the island while the machine gurgled.An email from the university.Subject: Final Reminder... Doctoral Commencement CeremonyCassie,This is your final reminder that the graduation is scheduled for Friday, 20th from10:00 a.m. in the Grand Hall. Your name has been confirmed on the graduate list. Please arrive by 9:00 a.m. for robing and lineup. Caps, gowns, and hoods will be provided.We look forward to celebrating your achievement.Warm
Cassie woke most mornings to the soft clink of Reggie in the kitchen, the smell of coffee drifting under the bedroom door like a promise. The weeks after her internship ended carried a gentle rhythm she had never known before. There were no deadlines pressing at her temples, no hospital beeps echoing in her ears, only the slow, deliberate unfolding of days shared with someone who chose her every single time.Their dates were small and deliberate, carved out of ordinary evenings like treasures. One Tuesday he took her to a narrow Italian place hidden behind a dry cleaner’s, the kind of spot that didn’t advertise. It smelled like garlic and fresh basil the moment they stepped inside. They squeezed into a corner table barely big enough for two plates, sharing gnocchi in brown butter and a bottle of wine between them. The rain tapped the single window beside their booth. Reggie told her stories about his first apartment in college; a shoebox with a mattress on the floor and a ceiling that
Cassie stood in the doorway of the break room, arms crossed loosely over her chest, watching the team arrange platters of sandwiches, fruit skewers, and a towering chocolate cake someone had clearly spent too much time decorating. The sign above the table read “Farewell, Cassie!” in bright blue marker, the exclamation point slightly crooked. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling. The sight made her throat tighten.She had not expected this.Linda appeared at her elbow, holding two paper plates. “You thought we’d let you sneak out quietly?”Cassie laughed, soft and surprised. “I thought maybe a quick goodbye email would do.”“Not a chance.” Linda handed her a plate. “You’ve been part of this team. We don’t say goodbye to family through emails.”The lunch stretched into the early afternoon. People drifted in and out; analysts she had collaborated with on the merger report, junior associates who had asked her endless questions, even Tyler the intern who slipped her a small potted succulent
Mr. Patel came back the next week.Cassie sat at the small conference table in the glass-walled meeting room, hands folded in her lap, trying not to fidget while Mr. Patel flipped through the final pages of her evaluation packet. The supervisor’s face remained unreadable, lips pursed, pen tapping once, twice, until he finally closed the folder and looked up.“Cassandra,” Mr. Patel began, voice calm but warm, “this is one of the strongest internship evaluations I’ve written in years.”Cassie blinked. The words landed slowly, like stones dropped into still water.“Your performance metrics are exceptional with timely deliverables, insightful and seamless collaboration with the team. The merger impact report you co-authored last month? It’s already been referenced in two executive summaries. Your thesis draft is polished, well-researched, and shows real critical thinking. And your professionalism…” Mr. Patel leaned forward slightly. “You handled a family emergency without missing a beat.
Cassie woke before dawn to a quiet mansion. She slipped out of bed, padded to the kitchen, and brewed coffee strong enough to wake the dead. Asher shuffled in twenty minutes later, walker clicking, his hair mussed, but eyes brighter than they had been in days.“You’re up early,” he said, easing into a chair.“My supervisor called yesterday to tell me that he will be dropping by my place of internship on Friday for the last project review." She poured him a mug and slid it across the table. “I need to catch up on everything before then.”Asher sipped, watching her over the rim. “You sure you’re ready?”She nodded. “You’re walking to the mailbox without help now. You ate a whole sandwich last night without complaining. Mrs. Carla will be coming every day. You’re in good hands.”He grunted, but the corner of his mouth lifted. “Fine. But as I said, if Reggie doesn’t treat you right, I’m driving to the city and breaking his knees.”Cassie laughed, the sound startling in the stillness. “Not
Asher shuffled in from the kitchen, walker clicking softly against the hardwood. He looked at her face and frowned.“You okay?”She nodded, wiping her cheeks quickly. “Yeah. I am okay. Just reading about the office drama. Nina was telling me about the new intern spilling coffee everywhere.” She was smiling.Asher snorted and eased himself onto the sofa beside her. “Sounds about right. Remember when you spilled soup on the break room microwave your first week?”Cassie groaned. “Don’t remind me.”He leaned back, careful of his ribs. “You survived. You always do. The new guy will survive too.”She rested her head on his shoulder. “So do you. And yes he will. I guess he is just anxious about pleasing the boss.”They sat in comfortable silence for a while. The radiator hissed. Outside, snow tapped gently against the windows.Asher spoke first, voice quieter. “You don’t have to stay here every second, you know. I’m not going anywhere.”“I know.” She lifted her head. “But I want to.”He stud







