Out of nowhere, Julia straight-up turned her face away the second she saw Ray. Her eyes darted somewhere else like he was a total stranger. From the building lobby, a bunch of girls came out laughing and calling her name. Julia spun around and dipped with them without even glancing back. Walking fast as hell, like she was purposely avoiding him.

Karl, who was pulling boxes out the car trunk, looked over the same way. "What’s up?"

Ray shook his head quick. "Nothin’."

Karl shrugged, not pushing it. "Aight. Let’s grab the shit."

A minute later Lisa came out the building. She handed Ray a set of keys with a thin smile. "Here’s the keys. Congrats on the new spot. It’s already clean, just move your stuff in."

Ray took ’em. "Thanks."

But Lisa immediately stepped back. "Sorry, I gotta run. Got some sudden work bullshit at the office. If anything comes up, just hit the number I gave you earlier, yeah?" She dipped quick, leaving Ray and Karl staring at each other.

Sonya, who drove her own car, already had her shopping bags. She didn’t help carry shit. Soon as she got there, she went straight up to Ray’s unit on the fourth floor, saying she just wanted to "check it out real quick" while she waited.

Ray felt fucking terrified.

His brain went wild. Sonya alone in that new empty unit... what the fuck was she doing right now? Was she in there opening kitchen cabinets, pulling out spoons, forks, knives, cutting boards, and rubbing all of it on her wet pussy before Ray got up there? Just like the spoon yesterday?

That thought made him hurry up the stairs with the boxes.

Ray didn’t have much stuff anyway — just a few boxes of clothes, a basic PC, a used monitor, and bathroom shit — so the move was done pretty fast. Karl helped carry everything inside the unit, then wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"I’m heading out, bro. Got plans with my girl. You two handle the rest, we talk about the comedy later..." Karl said, glancing at Sonya who was already busy in the kitchen.

Ray nodded. "Aight, thanks, man. I owe you."

Karl left after patting him on the shoulder. Now it was just Ray and Sonya in the new unit that still smelled like fresh paint with shiny vinyl floors.

Ray stood in the middle of the empty living room, taking a long breath. His eyes scanned around. This place was way bigger than the old one. Perfect corner for his streaming setup later. "Just gotta buy a new PC , camera and some lighting," he thought. "Can start fresh from here."

Suddenly Sonya’s voice came from the kitchen.

"Ray! Come here. Let’s cook together. I already bought your favorite stuff."

Ray turned. Sonya was standing in front of the stove, unpacking the bags one by one. Fresh chicken, spinach, real spices, some instant seasoning packets. She had on a loose t-shirt and short jean shorts that showed off her thick pale thighs. Hair tied up messy, but she still looked sexy with that caring young-mom vibe.

Ray walked over slow. His chest was still pounding thinking about yesterday’s spoon. Sonya smiled warm when she saw him.

"You’re tired, right? Sit down for a sec. I’ll cut the meat. You can just stir later."

Ray shook his head. "Nah, it’s cool. I wanna learn to cook too."

Ray saw all the real ingredients Sonya bought. Since he usually just ate cheap bland shit or takeout, watching actual home cooking get made in his new place made him chuckle a little.

They started working together. Sonya gave patient directions like a mom teaching her kid. Ray chopped onions, peeled ginger, while Sonya sautéed the spices. The smell of food started filling the unit.

But Ray couldn’t really enjoy it.

Every time Sonya grabbed a spoon from the drawer, he watched her close. Had that spoon already been "taken care of" earlier? What about the knife she was holding right now? The wooden cutting board she put on the table? Before Ray came up, did she have time to rub all those tools all over her slick, warm pussy?

His mind went right back to yesterday. Ray swallowed hard every time he remembered that weird feeling from the spoon.

Now in this kitchen, the same feeling came rushing back.

Sonya kept picturing Ray standing next to her, helping cook in the new unit. She imagined him eating with the spoon like yesterday... but then she got annoyed. ’Fuck, Ray’s still in the kitchen, how the hell am I supposed to rub the spoon on my pussy?’

’No chance,’ she muttered to herself.

Her body felt warm, but she kept that sweet mom smile on her face.

"Ray, hold this cutting board for me," Sonya said, handing him a medium wooden one. "Dice the chicken."

Ray took it careful. His fingers touched the smooth wood. He secretly rubbed his thumb over it, checking for any wetness. Of course there was nothing. Or maybe it already dried?

Sonya giggled seeing him looking tense. "What’s wrong with you? Still nervous about moving? Or... something else?"

Ray shook his head quick. "Nah. Just... it’s new. The place is nice."

Sonya nodded.

They kept cooking in that weird mixed vibe — warm on the surface, tense as hell in Ray’s head.

When Sonya flipped the chicken in the pan with the wooden spoon, Ray couldn’t stop himself from thinking:

’Has that wooden spoon been rubbed on her pussy yet or what?’

Ray was still side-eyeing that wooden spoon in Sonya’s hand, all suspicious and shit, right after they finished cooking. The whole apartment smelled like stir-fried chicken and spinach. They sat across from each other at the tiny table in the corner of the dining area.

Sonya set the plate of rice and sides down in front of Ray real careful. But that sweet smile she had earlier? Gone. She looked straight-up disappointed, lips kinda pouting, staring at her own plate like she was zoned out. Like something heavy was sitting in her chest.

Ray was confused as fuck. "Why she suddenly all moody like this? We were just cooking together having a good time, now her vibe’s in the fucking gutter," he thought. He grabbed a regular spoon, still hesitating a second before scooping rice. His brain was still spinning about that cutting board and wooden spoon from earlier.

Right when he was about to take the first bite, Sonya’s phone on the table started ringing loud as hell. She snatched it up quick, checked the screen. Her face changed fast — shocked mixed with straight panic.

"Sorry Ray, I gotta take this real quick." she said, already standing up and hurrying into the living room, moving away from the table.

Ray just sat there quiet, spoon still in his hand. He could hear Sonya talking low on the phone, voice kinda tense. Few minutes later she came back. Face looked different now — rushed and awkward as hell.

"Ray... I’m really sorry. I gotta go right now. Something came up last minute. Just eat without me, okay? Congrats on the new place again," she said fast, already grabbing her bag and jacket.

Ray just nodded. "Aight. Be careful."

Sonya dipped without looking back. The door clicked shut soft.

Ray let out a long-ass sigh, shoulders dropping like he just got released from prison. "Finally... alone again," he muttered.

He stayed sitting at the table for a minute. The apartment felt different now. No Sonya around making him all tense and overthinking weird shit about spoons and cutting boards.

Ray started digging into his food, eating like he hadn’t eaten in days.

Night was pitch black now. Ray finished eating, washed the dishes quick at the sink, then walked over to the big window in the living room. He swung it wide open. Cool night air rushed in, carrying city smells and traffic noise from down below. Ray sat on the windowsill, just chilling, looking at all the building lights and breathing in that fresh night air. First time he actually felt like he could vibe in this new spot.

Then his eyes got pulled down to the parking lot, all lit up.

There was Cindy walking casual toward her car. But she wasn’t alone. Some dude was right next to her. Guy had his arm around her shoulder, they were laughing and talking. Cindy looked hella happy, positive vibes coming off her full blast.

Ray cracked up laughing by himself in the apartment. "Tsk... so she got a boyfriend ,huh?" he said, shaking his head.

He felt kinda pissed. Even though he was the one who shut it down yesterday, saying he didn’t want the hassle, didn’t wanna turn his feelings into some messy drama. But seeing Cindy with some other dude? That jealous shit hit anyway. Especially ’cause Cindy was that friendly girl who always made shit feel good, her good energy rubbing off on everybody.

"Friendly girl, hahahaha..." Ray laughed again, but his hand was clenched tight on his knee. His feelings were all fucked up. On one hand he felt lucky he didn’t catch feelings and start some bullshit. But on the other hand, he was lowkey pissed imagining Cindy getting fucked by that dude. Picturing that fresh body of hers getting dicked down, hearing her cute little moans, seeing that happy face while she’s getting railed... while he could only watch from the window like some creep.

Ray’s hand clenched even tighter. "Fuck..." he muttered, voice all raspy.

He was still sitting there, night wind blowing in, but his head was full of thoughts he couldn’t shake. This weird mix of relief and straight-up frustration.

"Fuck this feeling, I can taste her whenever I want... and..." he laughed while rubbing his chin. "She ain’t even gonna remember anyway..."

Now Ray was dead set on fucking Cindy. Especially after he nutted deep inside her mom’s pussy yesterday.

Then it slammed into him out of nowhere.

His whole body tensed up like he’d been shocked. Heart dropped straight to his stomach.

"God damn it... The daily mission.."