The next day, when Leo came back to work healthy and refreshed, he went to check on her at lunch break. She was there, worried. "There's something we need to talk about."
"Yes, my love? Am I not earning the money fast enough? Is that what it is? That's what it is, isn't it? I can fix that."
"NO! No, of course not, and I would never be superficial enough to do that, to YOU of all people. You're the one I love. Even if I hated you I couldn't say something like that! Don't be ridiculous!"
Leo grinned and let out the breath he was holding. "Thank God. But," he continued, "what ARE you worried about?" He started to get nervous AGAIN.
"No, no, relax," Calypso said, putting her small, long-fingered hand on Leo's shoulder. "It's just that you're working too hard to get the money. THREE JOBS? No wonder you fell sick! Look, Leo, again and again, I love you to death and back and that's why I'm telling you that you can't over exert yourself, OK?"
Leo nodded. "OK, fine, only one night job." Calypso threw her arms around him. I mean, it might've seemed like much, but she was really scared about Leo's wellbeing and she was so relieved that he was going to be OK.
TWO YEARS LATER
"Calypso, Calypso, I have all the money. I HAVE IT! WE CAN GET MARRIED NOW!"
-To be continued-
