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“Colin? What are you doing here? I texted you not to come.”
Colin gave her a confused look as he and his ridiculously large shopping bag walked past her into her flat.
“No, you texted me that you’re on your period.”
“Exactly, so you would know not to come.”
“You don’t want me here?” he asked with thinly veiled hurt in his eyes.
“It’s not that I don’t want you here, Colin. But it’s just you know....”
“I don’t,” he challenged.
“Colin.”
“Penelope.”
She sighed in defeat. “Colin, I’m having cramps, I’m bleeding, I’m cranky and I’m no fun to be around.”
“You know, sometimes, I think you’re forgetting that I have four sisters. You think you’re no fun because the hormones are clouding your judgement. I on the other hand know that you’re always fun to be around. Which is why I’m here and why I made a detour on the way.” He sat his bag down on her kitchen counter and started unpacking. “We have ice cream — salted caramel, lemon and mango — chocolate, nachos, that menstruation tea my mom always buys — no idea if it actually helps, but it tastes good — and of course a double serving Pasta Quatro Fromaggi from the Italian place down the street from my flat. So, how about, you pick a movie, and I go heat up our dinner and a hot water bottle for you?”