A Journalists Story

(3) One order of the large fries!

The next morning George awoke sluggishly. He had a nice view of the city outside which had yet to awake.

Taking advantage of the early dawn did he then bathe himself. Exiting the pale yellow colored room and entering the white-colored living room. It added a modern touch to everything, the apartment was far from lavish, but it was just enough room for the both of them.

Alyssa was mopping the kitchen floor with much urgency it almost seemed as though she were being held at gunpoint.

"Erm– Alyssa..?"

Her head jerked up as she then lowered her head in respect.

Society had depicted and forced roles onto each gender.

Women were supposed to respect a man and never step out of line while also keeping the house tidy and organized; George decided he would never force a role like that onto his future wife.

It just wasn't fair.

"Alyssa, you really don't need to do that."

She nodded and exhaled shakily, "Sorry– if my mother were here to see that, I definitely would've received an earful."

George smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry about it, besides, why're you cleaning?"

Alyssa picked up the mop and bucket, carefully wringing it out in the sink.

"An old acquaintance of mine is due to visit soon,"

Once she was sure all the water had been wrung out did she then turn to a small closet and store them inside for another day.

"He has some vital information that can come in handy for your article."

She approached the washing machine. Carefully moving one load of clothes to the dryer beside it.

"What do you mean he has 'information'," George quoted with his fingers. Alyssa stood and wiped her hands on a hand towel.

"Trust me if there's one thing you should know it's not to question him, he does what he does best."

She began walking towards her room, George following close behind. "How long have you been relying on 'him'?"

Alyssa huffed, fluffing the pillows on her bed as well as opening her curtains. "Years! Trust me, it may seem skeptical but if there is no one who can gather information like him."

Just then had a knock on the door alerted them of another person's presence.

"I'll get it-"

George shook his head, "I swear if you move around one more time I'm going to pass out, you're making me dizzy with all this unnecessary movement," They both smiled at each other as she softly shit her door and quickly got dressed.

Before his hand could even turn the knob was the door then opened. He jumped slightly as a tall man with ginger brown hair and dark almost black eyes stared at him in confusion.

George extended his hand only for the man to awkwardly shuffle backward.

"Callahan, I see you've met George,"

They both turned to see Alyssa wearing a floral dress, it suited her nicely.

George turned back around and waved at the man who in turn nodded at him.

Okay... that's not really polite?

"Hi, I'm George, Alyssa was telling me about you,"

The man smiled bashfully as Alyssa snickered, "Callahan doesn't speak,"

Ah.. now was a perfect time to feel like an insensitive person.