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Chapter 18

Tessa's POV:

When I'm seven minutes far from the apartment, I saw that homeless man, who was asking me for some food two nights ago, on the corner of a building sitting and holding a cup on his hand.

But I don't have any food to give. Though I've some tips, from my first day at work, so I gave him mostly all of them, its not much, but he can have a meal for today.

"Thanks" he says and look up at me.

Next day...

"Here" I give the homeless man some food left from the restaurant. When he looked up at me yesterday, when I saw him, he had a quite resemblance of my father with beard and dirt on his face.

So giving him some food, can help him to live his life in the streets, without selling or taking any types of narcotic substances, to others and to him too. I didn't do much for my father, but I can do this to the homeless man, and rectify my mistakes or my father's mistakes and apply that now. And have a chance to have some sort of relation with him that I didn't had with my father.

He looks up and take the bag of food, from my grasp. "It's has some food in it, for you." I tell him.

"Thanks" he says and open the bag. "I know you, you gave me the money yesterday." He looks up and recognized my face.

"Yes, I did." I shake my head and smile back at him.

"I'm joe, by the way." He puts his hand inside the bag and I take out and consume the leftover sliders.

"I'm tessa. I work at the restaurant, from where I got these." I tell him while he chew his food.

"It's really good." He shallow. "Thanks, Tessa." He give me the delightful smile which warm heart and start to eat up again. And I let him eat his meal and I go to the apartment.

When I get inside the apartment, Landon is sitting in the two person table with two go-to cups of some type of drinks in it. "Hi, I just got and I bring some drinks from my work for us." He says, looking up at me from his phone, when he sees me.

"What is it?" I point out at the cups.

"Uhh... It's macchiato, not ordinary macchiato, though; I add three pumps of hazelnut, one shot of banana-flavored syrup and mixed up with the vanilla." He explained the concoction.

"I made it by accident today. I know it's sounds gross, but just try it." He adds when he saw me making face.

I put down my purse on the table, grab a cup and pull off the plastic lid from the cup. I take a sip and say, "It's not gross. It's tastes amazing. You make a very good macchiato." I compliment him on his skill.

"Really? is it that good?" He crinkle his brows together.

"Yeah, just taste it." I say and he garb his cup and take a sip. "It's good, isn't it?" I ask, drinking mine.

"Hmm." He swallow. "Its really good." He widen his eyes, surprise by his own talent.

"It's my favorite now. You have to bring this everyday for me." I tell him.

"Thanks, I'll. It's my favorite too, now."

I don't drink coffee and this is not exactly a black hot coffee, so it can be a good alternative, when I have too much urge to drink coffee.

And with this, I will not remember him, though I'm remembering him by remember that I'd not remember him, reminds me that I'm remembering him which tells me that I'm not going to stop remember him. But still.

"I bring some food from the restaurant. There was too much left, so I bring as a dinner for both us." I say, and take out the boxes from my purse. They make too much of food, after I gave to Joe as much as possible, there is enough for me and Landon to eat. My purse have too much space to fit huge amount of foods in it.

"Yeah? What did you bring? Hope you didn't make any concoction, the way I did." He tease.

"I'm a excellent cook." I pretend offended by him.

"Yeah you're. You really are." He chuckles.

"And it's some ‌noodles and fries." I pass one box of ‌noodles to him and to me, and put the fries one in the middle of the table between us.

"Look at both of us, managing to drink good coffee and eat gourmet food on a college budget." He waves his hand between us and I laugh.

"True." I say and we finishes the dinner.

"It was really good." He say and there is a noise came from the bathroom, I think.
"It's the shower pipes, it keeps making noises." He takes our empty boxes and throw it in the trash can.

"Is it? let me see." I say and go to the bathroom. Our bathroom is a pocket-size small. The handle to the shower in the bathroom sticks almost every time I turn it on. And it takes at least one minute for the water to wend it's way through the pipes. I even tried to fix it myself a few times, but it never stays fixed.

I try to turn the handle again but it's not working. So I go to the living room and ask Landon to give his toolbox, that Ken gave him, when he was moving here.

"Are you sure, that you can do it?" He questions my repairing skill.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I did fixed it before, didn't I?" I put my hands on my hips.

"Yeah you did. But it's never got fixed." He chuckles and I softly glare at him. "Okay, I'm giving you that toolbox." He goes to his room and bring that red toolbox in his hand. "Here" he hands me.

I go back into the bathroom, pull out the pipe wrench out of the toolbox and use it on the shower handle, it rotate a bit but stop moving after that, so I put more pressure, but it doesn't help. Now I take the hammer out and started to hammering on the pipes, first I hit slowly but gradually I hit to hard, but nothing works. Of course.

So I hit on the handle. I intend to hit slowly but I hit so hard that it broke and the handle fly across me and hit on the drywall and make a small hole in it.
"Agh... Shit." I groan.

And all of a sudden some sounds starting to coming from the pipes, so I lean to hear and I tap on it with the help of hammer. Yeah, with the help of hammer.
Idiot of me.

And the pipes burst, getting spray with ice-cold water directly on my face, "Ahhhhh......." I scream and get out from the bathroom with my upper-half body soaked.

"What happened? Why are you screaming like a banshee?" Landon said before seeing my half soaked body, dripping in the living room.

"I broke the pipes and the handle and got sprayed in my face with cold water." I groan.

"Oh" he try to control is laugh with his hand covering but it doesn't work and he started to laugh, loudly.

"I'm going to change." I left him laughing in the living room and get to my room.

"Okay. I'll get someone to repair it. Or properly 'fixed' it this time." He says, still laughing.

The repairing man came, fixed it and go.
"I'd never in my life time become a repair woman. It's not my thing to do." I say.

"Yes, you get that right." Landon laughs again.

"Enough of laughing. I'm going to bed." I tell and go.