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A young woman sobs outside an exclusive brothel, her body exposed by the stitched holes in her uniform. When a stranger offers his coat and shelter, she confesses the horror that finally broke her: the death of her son.
His home is quiet, all soft light and ordered space. Lena stands frozen on the mat, drowning in his coat, feeling more naked than she ever did on display. Daniel doesn’t look at the holes in her shorts. He looks at her face. “When did you eat last?” he asks, his voice low. The mundane care of it unravels her. The truth spills out raw. “My son… yesterday.” She watches his jaw tighten, not with desire, but with a pain that mirrors her own.
He makes her repeat words. She got her speech. He wrote her a simple resume and a speech to memorise for her interview. It’s been 2 weeks. He’s made her do simple courses and work on her applications. Right now, she was going to an interview to be a librarian at his friend’s school. He makes her repeat words of affirmation, reassuring her that she can do it. He says he’ll wait right outside, in the car, as her number one fan. She goes inside, then after half an hour, she comes back out. She smiles. She says she stuttered a bit, but she did good. He seems more happy, saying “YES!” and praising her. They go to a simple restaurant to celebrate. She’s wearing clothes he got her for the interview, since obviously she couldn’t go in his oversized clothes. She’s wearing a simple button up blouse, covering her neck, and a long skirt, with a simple purse. She looks…. Modest. God, she really likes his dressing sense. It’s… SO different from what she usually sees in clubs or other places. He also has really good choice in restaurants, taking her to places with cosy ambiance rather than fast and flashy life.