"I love this place. Kunefe tastes good. It's cheering me up," I tell him and take another piece.
"We have similar tastes."
Now when we are sitting at a table, I can finally eat, relax and recharge.
"Lola, don't get me wrong, I'm just curious. Do all your relationships come to the point when you stalk your boyfriends?" he asks with a laugh.
"First time."
"Oh, I'm so honored," he mocks me and continues to laugh.
I stop eating, reach into my bag, take something out and place it right in the middle of the table between the two of us.
He looks at it and his face changes.
"What is this, a pregnancy test? Fuck! I probably look like a total idiot!"
While he is processing the new information in his head, I order myself another glass of Turkish tea.
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Female Stalker - A Brooklyn Love Story
RomanceLola, a 30-year-old woman, finds herself stalking her boyfriend after a breakup, a position she could never imagine herself to get into, especially at this age. The book starts at a point when Lola has parked her car by her b/f's gym, waits in the...
