I enter the café and see him sitting by a table alone. He looks so beautiful. He has a soft pink sweater on himself and lip gloss.

I so want to kiss his lips right now. I could but I promised myself I would get more information about him.

I must know about his life. He can't keep being so secretive about everything. My mind is going crazy about the theories about him and his brother.

"Hi, you look so beautiful." I smile at him. "sorry, I didn't bring any gifts. I didn't have time."

"Why would you bring gifts." He blushes, "it's okay."

I order a black coffee and look at him. He only ordered a tea.

"You don't want more? I paid you a lot money, didn't I?" I ask him. He looks down shamelessly.

"I know, that's why I'm saving them." he nods.

Saving? For what?

"Do you have any specific intentions with them?"

"Intensions. Well. Atila says he doesn't want to go to college but I really want him to. I know it's mostly free, but since he probably won't work, I need to ...save up." He smiles.

So, Atila is 18 and he is in high school. Soren is saving up for his college?

"Right, so you live together." I assure myself.

"Yeah."

"And , you finished college?"

"No. No, I had to stop. I don't," he shakes his head, "have a college. Only high school. It doesn't matter anyway.

But Atila is smart. He could be something."

I frown. "I don't think you're stupid."

"No, but ... I'm older."

"Okay, so can we clarify, why exactly is Atila living with you? Why not with your parents? And he's eighteen right?

He's an adult. He could live alone too, after high school.

Wait." I think about it, "are you saving up the money for both of you."

He sighs and looks away. "Yes, for ... both."

"Why?"

"Because my mom is dead." He mumbles.

I think I heard him wrong so I just blink. "Sorry, your mom is-,"

"My mom is dead." He says a bit louder, "she had cancer. And I never met our father." He closes his eyes.

I rub my neck looking out the window.

My mood changes as sudden as the weather outside. A big dark cloud goes over the café and it looks like it's about to rain.

"Are you not going to say anything?" he whispers.

"huh?" I look at him, "Oh." I forgot to answer, "I mean that's- that's horrible." I put my hand over his, "I'm just very shocked and speechless about it.

You are taking care of your brother alone. It must be so much pressure."

"It is."

"So for how long do you live like this?"

"A year. I quit college because otherwise we would be homeless and Atila is still a child. He's a high schooler.

I don't really have any other choices."

"Sorry about that."

What do I do? What do I say?

"Don't be, it's not your issues to worry about."

"But it is. I care a lot. I was waiting for the explanation and now that I know it, it's worse than I imagined."

"I will work the money off." He says.

"What?" I say confused.

"The money. I'll do what you paid for, but I'm just a bit tired from all of it."

"You don't need to sleep with me, Soren. It's- I want to help you."

"Don't,"

"I want to."

"It my issue, Lars. Please be happy you are privileged and don't worry about it."

"No. No, I will help you. I'll figure it out, don't worry."

"Lars." He looks like he will cry.

"Why won't you let me help you?" I look at him.

"Because you are just my client."

I smirk. "I think it was obvious to everyone, except you, that I'm more than just that."

What?

"M-more?"

"Soren, I can't get you out of my head and even if I didn't feel what I feel, I would not let you work your ass off after your mom died."

"But I can't pay you back."

"You can." I add and he blushes. "it's joke."

"No." he shakes his head, "I'll do it. Continue with it."

"Okay, don't think about it now. I think you should go back home to Atila and I'll work something up."

"Please, don't. We are okay."

"What about Atila? Would he refuse my help?" I raise a brow.

"No."he says shyly, " he calls you my boyfriend."

My heart beats faster. "He calls me," I brush my fingers against my lips, "your boyfriend. Really? Well, you should be more like you brother."

"I'm trying to be but we aren't alike."

"You look like twins."

"Personality alike."

"Hm, of course. Should I drive you home?"

"You only want to know where I live."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"It's not as nice as your house. It's just a flat for two people. Nothing special."

"Sounds fine to me. Is your money fine with your expenses?"

"Yeah, but I'm also trying to save up for ... ehm, trips and things. I don't want us to just work and not get any adventures.