In Search Of The Neon City

19 - Lo

It was neither a lie nor a way to keep me quiet. The tall cyborg guy, with the amazingly perfect hair, actually had chocolate at his home, kept in a tiny box in a kitchen cabinet.

Chocolate! Something I had only heard of, something I had never even hoped to taste, and it was delicious.

I lay on my back on the floor in the small room with my eyes closed, my arms and legs outstretched and let reality disappear when the sweet taste filled my mouth for the third time.

This was heaven.

"Are you alive?" He said with amusement in hus voice. But I couldn't even look at him, slowly raising an arm to the ceiling to give a thumbs up.

I could hear footsteps approaching and soon I felt him standing just above me and I opened my eyelids a little to meet his gaze "so it takes sweets to silence you?" he asked with a smile that spread all over his face, making my heart flutter.

I let the last square of the brown delicacy melt in my mouth before I dared to answer "does that mean you have more?"

He leaned down and offered a hand to help me up, and I gratefully accepted it for the muscles still ached after my captivity and from our long walk in the solar gas.

"I would be really stupid if I told you that, right? My only advantage."

"Advantage?" I grinned "have you seen yourself in the mirror?" I replied, hinting at the broad shoulders and arm muscles that loomed through the fabric of his slightly too tight sweater.

He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest "So you say you're completely harmless?"

"Almost" I answered happily and looked around the room, it was surprisingly clean and tidy inside.

The walls were white and completely without decorations, the floor was gray and bare, completely without debris, cords or dirty clothes. But there were a lot of screens and lamps that shone in different colors, they reminded me of my caravan and they made the room feel quite homely after all.

There was a fairly large bed with room for two, but I decided that I'd sleep next to him, I thought with a rushing heart. I wouldn't mind taking the floor, I decided but the same time I realised that it was a real bed and not a  lumpy mattress full of rubbish. It would certainly feel lovely to sleep in one once in my life.

The room also housed a table full of tech and a bench with a lot of cabinets above and below, probably a kitchen corner of some kind for the bench had carrots and jars neatly lined up next to the wall.

The room had no windows and would have been completely dark if it were not for the spot lighting in the ceiling and the flickering screens. He was clearly a tech nerd and I did not want to admit it but his stuff was a thousand times better than mine.

My fingers itched terribly, longing to press the keys and examine every little thing that was on the table. "Have you lived here long?" I asked.

He nodded but avoided more questions by shocking me once again "do you want a shower?"

My eyes closed and I stared blankly at him with incomprehensible eyes. "Excuse me?"

He strolled careless towards a door and opened it wide "you can borrow some of my clothes if you want, they are probably quite big, but they are good enough until I have washed yours."

I took a few hesitant steps forward and looked into the other small room, where there was a chair-like thing and a booth with glass doors.

"Washed mine?" I repeated, frowning.