Beyond our eyes | COMPLETED

Saving truth

When I woke up, I wasn't on the couch anymore but on Rocco's bed. He probably carried me.

Yesterday's events replayed in my head and I felt sick. I honestly don't know what came over me.
Rocco isn't important right now though. What is, is Jessica who is injured, not even Emanuel who said hurtful things to me.

I made my way downstairs.
I knew Rocco was in the kitchen when I smelt the food.

I stood at the doorway for a moment deciding if I talk to him and should let go of what happened yesterday and pretend like it didn't affect me or not. Not the time to keep up a pretense but i also didn't want to come off as petty.

I hadn't completely made up my mind when he noticed me standing "good morning" he gave a small fake smile.

I huffed "what's cooking?"
"Come see" he said nodding his head to where he was standing

I stood there for a moment still contemplating,  it's obvious I find it hard to let go of things.
Rocco looked at me again "come on" he said and I walked forward, just behind where he stood to peep.

I decided to let go of everything and try in my power to ignore how I was feeling.
If we're going to be together for this while, we have to learn to cope with each other.
Just because he rejected me doesn't mean anything, it's not like I'm in love with him or anything, being mad at him for something as petty as him simply being honest about me not being his type doesn't make sense.

When i reached where he was standing, i stretched my neck looking at the pot
"It's actually something really simple" he smiled as he dished the sauce from the pot to a plate.

"Sit" he ordered pointing at the mini dining table in the kitchen, I obeyed and watched him as he cooked.
The act of cooking seemed like a passionate thing for him, considering the amount of enthusiasm he was showing.

"Ding ding" he said, imitating a mini bell

"A plate of scrambled eggs with sausage, yam and veggie sauce coming right up" he said as he placed it on the table
"With orange juice" of course he completed then got the juice from his fridge.
Rocco really woke up on the right side of the bed yesterday and i have to say, I'm loving it.

"I need workers like you at my restaurant" I said to him as he sat down ready to eat.
He smiled  "I know"
"Wait" he said hanging his yam which was supposed to go in his mouth "don't tell me you're the of that beautiful restaurant we met at" he exaggerated praises which made me proud of myself.

"Fine, I won't tell you" I teased making him chuckle "i see it now!" he exclaimed

"See what?" I asked raising a brow
"Dinahs Diner, your name is Dinah, I feel so stupid for not realizing this instantly" he said shaking his head then taking bites of his food

I stretched my hands to his shoulder, giving it two soft taps as i fake sympathized with him "it happens" I gave a weird smile at the end which caused him to laugh and i joined later.

Still laughing, he shook his head "you my friend, are a case" he said and we both began eating again but with no words this time.

He ate and I stole glances at him every once in a while, taking bites of my food also. I felt happy he thinks of me as a friend even though we just met. It's obvious we're going to be spending a lot of time together though. What surprised me was I wasn't at all bothered by that fact.
If anything it gave me a weird sense of joy, something a therapist wouldn't even be able to explain to me.
No, I cannot explain how but I felt fulfilled.

I badly wanted to ask if he felt it to but after what happened yesterday, it's probably not a good idea.

"So what's going to happen today" I asked while we ate.