"Hertha, are you heading home tonight?" Thalassa changed the subject, asking her companion.
"Let me see. It's already ten o'clock." Hertha took her phone out to check the time.
"Why don't you stay over tonight? The house is empty anyway. Just let your folks know and head straight to work from here tomorrow." Thalassa suggested.
She wanted to have a good chat with Hertha.
It just so happened that Hertha also had a lot to share with Thalassa. Without further ado, she called her parents to inform them that she wouldn't be going home that night.
That evening, Hertha and Thalassa lay side by side on a bed, chatting away.
After they were done with Thalassa's issue, they moved on to Hertha's.
"You know, this is the first time I've ever liked a guy this much. Do you understand love at first sight? Seeing him and feeling like Cupid's arrow has pierced my heart, causing an uneasy, throbbing pain," Hertha passionately recounted her first encounter with Alaric.
Not just the first time. Each time she saw him, her heart would race.
She had this irresistible urge to be with him.
She was aware of how crazy she sounded, but she just couldn't help it. That was the power of love.
Thalassa listened to Hertha's story, trying to recall if she had ever encountered a man who made her heart pound just by his presence.
As she reminisced, the image of Lysander's handsome face suddenly appeared in her mind, followed by the warm and sunny visage of Leopold.
The faces of Lysander and Leopold took turns appearing in her head, making her already confused mind even more muddled.
Thalassa was jolted awake and sat upright, glancing at the time on her phone. It was already twenty past nine.
She was supposed to be at work at nine.
"I'll be right there," she hurriedly replied and hung up.
Seeing Hertha still peacefully asleep with a silly grin on her face and drool trickling down onto the bed, Thalassa nudged her. "Hertha, wake up. You're going to be late for work!"
Hertha groggily opened her eyes. Seeing Thalassa's face close to hers, she finally woke up from her dream, regretfully saying, "Ah, I was just about to kiss him when you woke me up. Let me sleep a bit more, maybe I can continue the dream."
She turned over, intending to go back to sleep.
The dream had been too beautiful; she didn't want to wake up.
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