After being coaxed back to 88 Ryneveld Street, hungover after the night before, I was greeted with a soft hello and a cup of coffee from the host. Though he was the quietest at the table that morning, Tsavo captivated me with his gentle manners, witty quips, and gentlemanly attention- refilling my cup each time it was empty.

A bit of bungled flirting here and awkward eye-contact there, I left my number and heart at number 88 that morning. Two days later, Tsavo called me to arrange our first date.

We haven't been apart longer than a couple of weeks since and, to this day, Tsavo continues to fill my cup. I can't wait to see what's next for us!

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