ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ (Enoch O'Connor x Reader)

Chapter Four

     The bright sun beams spilled through the silk curtains. I woke up questioning if the events of yesterday were even real. My aching limbs told me they were. I shuffled out of bed and changed into a simple cream dress that had buttons running down the front. Carefully, I slipped my feet into a pair of mismatched stockings and the black Mary Janes I wore yesterday.
     

As I walked down the marble staircase I noticed something odd. It was quiet. Usually I'd be woken up to the sound of someone getting pushed down the stairs or the sounds of people screaming over the last bit of milk. I liked it though. Liked it quite. Almost felt like I lived alone.
     

I pushed my way through the doors that led into the dining room and strutted across into the small cottage-like kitchen. The big window that revealed the greenery in the backyard let enough light in, not needing me to turn on the artificial ones. I took a glance over to the clock that hung over the kitchen entryway. 7:03am. That was unusually early. Even for Miss Sparrow. I guess after living in a house full of 'teenagers' you start to pick up some of the same habits.
     

I guess the supper from last night must have been too much because my stomach wasn't growling like normal. With the sound of the clock ticking in the background, I got to work making myself a cup of coffee. The others wouldn't be up for a while so I decided to just make them some when they awoke.
     

Getting the already grounded coffee beans from the cabinet below me I was deep in thought. Well, until I heard the door swing open. "Oh," a slightly familiar voice spoke from behind me. I stood up, coffee grounds in hand and turned around to see the person behind me. Enoch. I glanced up at the clock again and noticed it was still unusually early.
     

"Early bird?" I asked. "Not usually, someone's steps woke me up. Couldn't go back to sleep," he said, sounding a bit bitter. "Sorry," was all I said in response. He went to sit down at the small round table by the back door. If it was James or Ezra I would have shot back some witty response. But I couldn't. An awkward moment of silence arose again exactly like the first time we were alone. I decided to break it, "coffee?" I asked him feeling a bit bad. "Sure," he said in a monotone voice.
     

From the bitter responses and one word conversions, I wasn't liking him at all. I mean you've been the same age for decades and you can't carry a simple conversation? For birds sake this boy made me angry.
     

I placed down his coffee in front of him and went to the refrigerator to grab milk and sugar. I placed them down on the counter and made my coffee the way I liked it. Enoch walked up beside me and poured some milk into his coffee. I went to put them back in the fridge and turned to look back at him.
     

He leaned on the counter while sipping his coffee, eyes still on me. I sighed softly, then spoke. "I was going to go and sit in the sun room, care to join me?" Even though he irritated the shit out of me I thought I might as well try and be nice to him. I mean him and his friends probably went through hell and back to get to London.
     

"I'm okay," he wasn't even looking at me when he said it. Still he had that ugly tone in his voice. I was going to burst. I decided it was better to not say anything. I huffed loud enough for him to turn around and watch me angrily stomp out of the kitchen.