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Her POV: Hmmm... How to get to the execution of the mission? (Looks up when a silhouette came into her view) It's him! Blast! Screw planning! I have to run after him now!

She asked him a question. He offered a service. "Does he carry a first aid kit with him all the time?", she thought. "Maybe he was anticipating this with me. Was he thinking about me, too? He received the message."

She went into the apartment and executed the plan for cleaning the room. She also had her sticky notes -- a way to communicate her thoughts all day long.

The handwritten memos placed on his door, the first ones he'd most probably read:

"You're rude!"

"Stupid!"

"Jerk!"

"Who would want to be your servant?!"

"As if I'd want you!"

"You're an insult!"

"Why would you be of any import!"

"You think you can just trample over me this way! And then, leave me behind!'

'Who would wait for you! I surely won't!'

'Be old and gray and alone!'

'Goodbye!'

How it began: He just left for work after issuing an order and rudely hiring her as his maid.

The image of lovers finally reunited could just crumble and meet its dead-end with a shaky start such as this as a foundation.

Nevertheless, comments, insights and her train of thoughts were everywhere:

Curiosity on personal items

Visions and possibilities on the wall, table and other furniture

Pointing out his problems with stuff. And consequently, giving out advice for improvements

Inserting sudden yet made-up stories with him and jokes