Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Matthew sat on the kitchen stool, a warm cup of coffee between his hands. He's still absorbing the events from last night. And he was thinking the worse things that could've happened had they not made home first. He doesn't want to think that the woman is reckless, but she could've ended up in the E.R last night.
He hears footsteps coming toward the kitchen. He set his cup down, expecting a sleepy woman with the messiest bedhead. A shadow loom over him. He looks up.
It's not Jessica.
"Good morning. You're expecting someone else?"
He shakes his head.
Andrei narrows his eyes speculatively. "You sure?"
He nods.
"How was your little activity last night?" He walks toward the fridge, gathering eggs, milk and butter in his hands – probably for making breakfast.
"It was okay."
"Oh." His brother sounded genuinely shocked that nothing went wrong last night. Which he can't blame him for. Where Jessica goes, trouble follows.
Matthew sighs, contemplating whether to tell him about last night's mishap or just leave his brother out of this. "Hey, Andrei," he clears throat with a decision in mind: he's going to tell him.
"Yeah?" He proceeds to the shelves where he was retrieving glass bowls.
"Did you know Jessica is allergic to peanuts?"
Andrei lets out a little laugh. "Oh, yes. I found out the really hard way."
Same here. He thought.
Maybe he's been quiet for too long that Andrei turn all the way around, walked giddily right up to him and sputtered, "Sooo, why'd you asked?"
He hesitated.
Andrei clicks his tongue. "I found out that she has a peanut allergy when we were cake tasting. We shouldn't have drunk too much beforehand because we were a giggling mess by the time we got to the cakes. The next thing I know she was choking to death. And then she couldn't breathe, and we were on the ground scrambling for her inhaler because we spilled everything in her bag."
Matthew felt his jaw dropped.
"We made it though. As you can see, she's alive and well." He winked. "How about you?"
He sipped on his coffee. "Well, she ate special fries and wasn't aware it was special because it was fried in peanut oil."
"Oh. She didn't read it on the menu, did she?" Andrei scrunched his nose empathetically.
Matthew nods.
He chuckles, shaking his head. "She just loves to eat."
