Steve entered Catherine's apartment and everything was perfectly tidy.

"Don't notice the mess, Steve."

"What a mess, Catherine?" Steve asked.

Catherine smiled at him. "I'll put the flowers in the water."

Catherine went to the kitchen and Steve stayed in the living room.

He saw her laptop open on the coffee table.

"Catherine, I think you have a video call the laptop," Steve told her.

"Must be my sister," Catherine replied.

Catherine accepted Camille's call.

"Wow, Cath. You look awful, sister," Camille said.

"I'll get better Camille. Can I talk to you later? I have a visitor now," Catherine told her sister.

"Visit? I want to know your visit. Hello Catherine's visit!" Camille said.

Steve entered the camera's field of view. "Hello," he said to Camille.

"Oh hello! I'm Camille, nice to meet you."

"Hello Camille. I'm Steve. Nice to meet you too."

"Bye Camille. I'll call you later," Catherine said and closed the laptop before Camille told Steve everything Catherine said about him. "It would be embarrassed if she told him that I said he's cute, handsome, smart and stuff more," Catherine thought.

"Your sister is as nice as you," Steve told Catherine.

"Thank you, Steve."

Catherine sneezed several times. "I'm sorry, Steve."

"No need to apologize for that. When I was child and got the flu, my mom made me some soup. I don't know if it really has any effect on the flu, but I felt better. You want me to make some soup for you?" Steve asked.

"No need to worry, Steve."

"I want to do this for you, Catherine."

"I don't even have much in the fridge," Catherine told him.

"There's a grocery store here on the block, I'll go there and be right back," Steve said and left.

Steve went and came back and was preparing the soup for her.

"You're quick in the kitchen," Catherine told him.

"Yeah, I think so," he replied and smiled.

Catherine was eating chocolate and put a piece on his mouth.

"This chocolate is very good," Catherine told him.

"You deserve the best," Steve replied.

"The soup looks delicious," Catherine said.

"Sit down and I'll serve you," Steve told her.

Steve served her and ate with her.

"Thanks, Steve. The soup was great," Catherine told him.

"You're welcome," Steve replied. He felt so good close to her that he didn't want to leave.

"Well, now I'm going to wash the dishes and then I'll leave because you need to rest," Steve said. He got up, collected the plates and cutlery and went into the kitchen.

Catherine didn't want him to leave either, but he was right when he said she needed to rest.

Steve left the kitchen clean and returned to the living room. She was lying on the couch. "Promise you'll take care of yourself?" He asked her.

Catherine stood up. "Yes, I'll have a painkiller and go to bed. I wanted to start reading the book you gave me, but I don't know if I can do it today."

"Read only when you can," Steve told her.

Catherine led him to the door.

"May I have your phone number? I want to call you tomorrow to see how you are doing," Steve said.

"Of course you do," Catherine answered and told him her phone number.

"Thanks," he said.

Catherine hugged him. "Thanks for everything, Steve. No one has taken care of me like that in a long time."

Steve put his hand in her hair and kissed her cheek. "See you soon."

"Ok," she replied and smiled.

Catherine watched as he walked down the hallway. "Will I finally be happy?" Catherine thought.

The next day Steve went to the hospital to see Danny.

"So, Steve. Did you go to her house?" Danny asked.

"Yes, Danny."

"You finally had a date! You and her ..."

"No, Danny," Steve replied.

"No? Why not? Did you kiss her in the mouth at least?"

"No, Danny! She's sick. We only talked and I made her some soup."

"And what did you give her?" Danny asked.

"The flowers, the chocolate and a book."

"The three?" Danny asked.

"Yes," Steve answered.

"Steve, that way she'll think you're in love and that she can do whatever she wants with you."

"But I'm in love, Danny. I'm so in love like I've never been in my life before."