The secret ingredient

Chapter 7

Yesterday night I did in fact not bake any cookies. I sat on my couch and fell asleep. Now it's 4pm and I am hungry. So I decided to bake some now. I have so much flour now, that I could literally give the entire neighborhood a dozen. I'm not kidding, the packages Elijah gave me yesterday are huge. I feel bad for not giving him anything for them.

I fed my cat and washed my hands. I can now start baking my cookies.

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An hour pasts and the cookies are fresh out of the oven. They look too good to eat. I have to be honest, I did a really good job. At least I'm not a failure at baking.

I put a large amount of cookies in a basket and wrote a note for my new neighbour. I know, I said I don't like him but he's still my neighbor and we have to at least get along, I guess.

Also, yesterday wasn't the best late-welcome to the neighbourhood-greet so I decided to give him some cookies and a small note that reads:

Hey new neighbor! Welcome to the penthouse. Hope you like chocolate chip cookies. I've made some for you. I dare you to throw this away, mister.

PS: Thanks for the large amount of flour.

- Daisy

Only a card and some cookies, that's it. But what I wrote on the card sounds nothing like me; too cheesy.

Even though he makes me feel a lot of mixed emotions, I decided to be nice to him. And he's also friends with my Jim, so that's a plus point, I guess.

But I still hope he likes it. Does he even like cookies or any pastries? I mean he had a lot of flour that he said he'd never use. He has to at least accept my welcome to the neighbourhood-basket and my self-written card, 'cause I'm not going to take it back to my place. It would be more embarrassing.

I also noticed that there wasn't one girl in his apartment. There weren't even pictures of family or friends, just like in my apartment. I can't believe I'm saying this, but we may have something in common.

Luna suddenly comes out of my bedroom and meows, "Hey baby. You hungry?" She meows, so I take that as a yes "Here Luna, enjoy your food." I lay her food bowl beside her and she starts eating. "Mommy's going to be right back. I'll just bring this basket over to our new- to Elijah. Bye."

I take the basket, look at myself up and down in the mirror -for some odd reason- and then step out of my apartment. I knock at his door with a sudden smile on my face. Why am I so happy? 

He opens the door with no smile on his face. My smile starts to fade. 

I hold up the basket with cookies "Here, it's a welcome to the neighbourhood-gift from me to you." He looks at it and gives me a quick smile. Too quick "Erm, that's nice, but didn't I tell you that I don't want anything from you?" I knew he'd do this. I sigh heavily, "Just take the damn bask-"

"Hey Elijah, come back here, what is taking you so long?" I hear a girl say inside of his apartment. I knew it.

I raise my eyebrows and smirk, "Just tell her it's from the old lady from apartment 006, over you. Have fun." I place the basket in his hands and turn to my door.

"Daisy, but-"

I don't turn back around after telling him goodbye. Well.. technically I didn't even tell him goodbye.

I just hope I won't hear a noise they make tonight or I'll sleep at Jimmy's tonight or even on a bench outside. I swear I'll do it.

All of a sudden I feel myself sliding down my door after closing it. My smirk faded the second I turned away from him. I'm frustrated at the fact he had someone over right now and that I even thought he was different. Different my ass.

A familiar meow snapped me back to reality. My cat was laying on my lap and I didn't even notice it. I stroke her, "C'mon let's lay down and watch some TV."

I got Luna two years ago. Only because my therapist recommended me to get a pet to have company at home. I mean she really is all I have, plus Jimmy. And she made me a lot happier than I was before I had her. 

But pets mean a lot of responsibility and for a depressed woman in her 20s, I can't even really take care of myself. But I try my best. I really do.

I remember bawling my eyes out when Luna got ill for the first time, because I was so afraid of loosing her, just like I lost my mother. 

This was a long day and I'm ready for it to finally be over. I brush my teeth and watch a movie and call it a day.