I jumped out of bed flipping the duvet in the process, I needed to wake up before David did. I rushed to the bathroom turning the knobs of the shower before peeling my clothes off. Stepping into the shower the freezing water stung my back first before taking me by surprise. I jumped back falling onto the tiles in the process. I used my hands to steady the fall only ending up with a unbearable pain in my left wrist. I'm such an idiot.
I used my good hand to hoist my self back up and wash my body carefully. Even though I was in pain I couldn't stop smiling. If my plan worked I would be going home soon.
I stumbled out of the bathroom drying my hair and throwing on a yellow sundress. I wasn't in the mood to wear make up and it would be crooked anyways, considering I probably sprained my wrist. I stuffed the rest of my stuff and the hairdryer back into the wardrobe Helga had arranged for me when was knocked out.
I sprinted towards the door and made sure to straighten my dress before proceeding to the kitchen. Knives of all brands and steel pots hung from the ceiling. The silver polished surface reflected my amazed face. Everything screamed rich, basically and it was heaven for me. I loved music, but cooking was one of my favorite things to do. Testing the job I squealed in delight it reminded me of home, except we had a bigger kitchen and there were polished wood surfaces.
Looking into the fridge and cupboard I decided on what to make for breakfast. "What are you doing?" A deep voice from behind made me jump in fright. I turned my back and suddenly fell into a trance. His hair was a complete mess yet it had my knees buckling. His eyes we so full of wonder but something else was hidden in them. "How can you do that?" He whispered frustratingly at me while I stood there silent as if I had lost my voice. My eyes wandered back to his as he blinked slowly. "Do what?" My voice came out as a bare shy mimic of his own.
"Read me. You do it so easily. Well I can read you too". My eye brows furrowed in confusion, he could read me? "What?"
He hurriedly interrupted me, "you wore a yellow sundress". I looked down staring at the bright clothing that covered my body. "You probably wanted to wear something different, but you were in a hurry. Thus, throwing on a brighter dress to distract people from your face, which I think is even more beautiful when you don't wear make up by the way".
I stared at him in shock and my body refused to move. I was so confused yet amazed at the same time. The sound of the fridge opening broke me from my wandering ideas. "I don't really cook, or know how to so tell me what to do and I'll help you". I turned my back and stared at the ingredients he had brought out. Bread. Flour. Eggs. Bacon. Vanilla?
My mind silently calculated while I grimaced at his lingering stare. Eggs Benedict. Crunchy bacon topping. Vanilla french toast. I got to work trying my hardest not to show him I had hurt my wrist. I didn't want those blue eyes to watch me in care, especially when it was all fake.
Picking up the egg crate I dropped them immediately holding my wrist in pain. The area continued to throb while I hissed at the rhythmic stings. David cursed and turned his unwanted attention towards me. "Are you okay, what happened to you're wrist?"
"I'm fine!" my answer was sharp and angry. Guilt suddenly washed over me and I remembered that I had to let him get closer to me. "It's just, I fell in the shower this morning and I think I sprained it". I kept my head down and spoke quietly while he cautiously approached me.
His warm fingers took the bottom of my chin and lifted my head to meet his gaze. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" his warm breath fanned me face sending shivers down my spine.
Cue the tears!
A drop of surprisingly cold liquid poured from my eyes as I kept contact with his. "I really wanted to make you breakfast and I just panicked, gosh I'm so sorry-"
"Hey, it's okay don't cry" he pulled into his chest stroking my hair to calm me down. A slow smile started to creep up my face as I snuggled into his chest.
He sure gave good hugs for a killer.
Shaking my head I pulled back slowly rubbing my wrist. He held my lower back and sat me on the nearest chair by the island. Turning back towards the counter he pulled a first aid kit from the cupboard. Silently he brought out bandages and laid everything on the table. The silence was haunting me. Did he know what I was up to?
"I'm really sorry I couldn't make breakfast" breaking the silence I had to clear my throat out of nervousness. "Stop crying princess, it's fine, honestly. I'm not upset. I wasn't even that hungry anyways". His stomach loudly rumbled disturbing the tranquil in the kitchen. We laughed simultaneously as he finished wrapping the bandage.
"You wanna go out for breakfast instead" he sent me heart warming smile and brushed back his hair with his hand. I watched as his and traveled through the hills of dark hair and rest back by onto the island. "Sure. Yeah, let me just get ready".
"You look amazing already".
"I know, it was just an excuse to give you time to freshen up". I giggled happily and skipped back to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me I pulled out a pair of ripped jeans and a black t-shirt.
I tried to dry my moistened hair but failed due to my covered wrist. I made a effort to apply some mascara and some lotion while trying to stuff my feet into trainers. "Saryah!"
"Coming" I retorted. Suddenly realising that I was supposed to be sweet I cleared my throath and tried again,"I'll be there in one second". Rolling my eyes I grabbed my purse and dashed for the door. A pungent smell stopped me in my tracks. I sniffed a couple times before pushing the thought aside and continued to the front door.
David stood there in a blue button up and white jeans. He looked..... edible. I shook my head rapidly and opened the door. "Where do you recommend?".
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The young waiter approached us with a cheerful smile on his face. I immediately smiled back seeing David turn his head to look at who I was staring at. He reached our table with a blank notebook in his hand and an orange pencil hanging from his ear. I stared at his collar the back was slightly crinkled showing he doesn't iron every nook and cranny. His hair was combed back giving the idea that he spent time on it to impress someone. And he had polish he'd his shoes. Twenty one. Already in love. She doesn't know and doesn't trust him either because he used to be a player.
David furrowed his eyebrows and wondered probably as to why I was staring at our waiter with such a big smile. "Welcome to Alain's. My name is Ollie and I'm you're waiter for today. What can I get you?" He smiled in my direction showing off his pearly white teeth. "If you tell me her name then I'll order Ollie". He smiled even wider with wrinkles showing at the side of his eyes.
"She a lot closer than you think" he whispered coming closer to my face. He moved his eyes towards the waitress taking the order beside our table. We both turned our heads towards her. But by David's angle it would look like he was almost kissing my cheek. I hated to use poor Ollie for my plan but I needed this.
"Well isn't she beautiful"
"Indeed she is". I picked up my menu and looked at David puzzledly. "Vanilla and blueberry French toast with a vanilla latte please?"
"Great order. And you sir?" His chestnut brown hair swooshed to the side as he turned his attention towards David. "I'll have a t-bone steak with a cold water. No ice. And can I also get a waiter who does their job and doesn't hit on my girl?" Ollie alarmed face suddenly tunred confused after he scribbled down David's orider. "Sir, we don't make steak during breakfast hours". David glared his way pointing to something under the table and Ollie jumped back scurrying to the kitchen.
The blonde girl Ollie liked approached our table with our ordered food not too long after. She wished that we had a good meal and turned towards the kitchen. I held onto her arm lightly and brought her head down. "He likes you. A lot. He thinks the world of you. Just give him time, the things he does that seem like he's flirting is just a kind gesture in his head". She stood up smiling at me. Mouthing a thank you she hurried towards the kitchen doors. David had his head down sulking and sliced his steak. I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Clearly surprised by my action he turned his face upwards with his eyes slightly widened. "They like each other. I was just being a wing-woman". He took my hand into his nearest one and held it on the table. A question struck my as I looked around the restaurant. "Why aren't they scared of you here like they are in America?". His grasp tightened slightly, "I'm not so popular here, but I'm going to take you to Italy one days you can see how much people really fear me over there". I took a sip of my coffee trying to ease the tension.
That wasn't what I had planned!
Throughout the whole meal David had my hand in his grasp while we ate our breakfast and made small talk.
I won't lie.
If we werent in the circumstances we were, I would have thought it was the cutest thing ever. When we arrived at the hotel a fire truck was outside but nobody was there. David and I rushed to the elevator and down the hallways. The hotel room door was open and men in bright yellow and red suits roamed the apartment. Some of them were drinking coffee and others sat watching a soccer game.
What was going on?!
A few buff men stood outside my door taking down the notes a woman was whispering to them. "What happened?" And where was Helga? I pushed passed them into my room. The black ash had crept up the walls and the tiles. The once a wardrobe was burned and almost my clothes were just a flimsy pile of dark substance. The smoke of the previous fire still polluted the air as I held both my hands to my mouth. The room was destroyed. The windownside was the only thing unharmed reminding my I had left it open. I knew I smelt something awful before we left for breakfast.
The woman in navy approached me and brought me out of the room. "The fire was started by a hot hairdryer. And it quickly spread due to the clothes and your flammable liquids such as perfumes." Another female women except she was wearing a yellow and black firefighter suit nudged the woman in her side glaring at her.
"Mr and Mrs Gandy, I hate to be the bearer of the bad news, but something terrible happened".