Rhenna

NINETEEN

      "What happened too you last night?" Conn asked when I came in for breakfast.
The office was empty, except him and myself.

I shrugged him off and mumbled a, "Nothing".

"You disappeared".
"Didnt feel good".
He arched a brow at me."Yet, you walked home".

I hated the way his voice dipped with accusation. It was making me frustrated.
My business was my own.

"Why didnt you ask for a ride?" His tone was softer now.

I wanted too be alone. I wanted to clear my head.

"Why the hell does it matter?! Its done and over with". I snarked.

"The streets are dangerous at night". He responded with a stern look.

I wasnt stupid. I knew that better than most. I just didnt give a shit. It's not like I carried anything expensive ( except for maybe my phone).
The only money I had to my name was two twenty dollor bills.

"Next time, tell me...please".

"Hmmm". Not gonna happen.

From the corner of my eye I watched as Conn got up from the couch and came over. I got down a coffee mug, and tried (to no success) to work the coffee machine.

He laughed at me, but made no attempt to help.

"Stop watching me". I said under my breath.

A small smile crept onto the corner of his lips. "I'm sorry, this is just so interesting".

"Bitch".

"Here". He shooed me away from the machine. "I'll demonstrate".

I made sure to pay attention as he pressed the buttons and clunked in a new express flavour.

"See, easy".

I rolled my eyes.

"You got it from here?" He asked with a light chuckle.

"I can pour my own coffee".

"I wasnt sure-"

"Fuck off". I huffed, while lightly shoving him away. I tried to avert my attention before he caught sight of the smirk on my face, but I wasnt successful.

"You should smile more often". He shrugged, "It looks nice". His eyebrows bunched up, "Not like you want to kill everyone in sight".

"That's insulting".

"Your insulting".

The machine beeped off and I poured myself some coffee.

"Want sugar?" Conn asked, already reaching for the container.

"No".

"No?" His smile grew, "You really like your things dark, don't you?"

"Yes".

I went around Conn and took a seat on one of the sofa's.
He joined me after a moment.

"How's the job?"

It had been a little over two weeks since I first met Conn, and one thing was for sure; he didnt like the silence.

"Its fine".

I took a sip of my coffee and grimaced.

To hot!

"That's good".

After a moment of silence Conn's knee started bouncing bad. It was like he couldnt be still.

"Wanna do something?" He asked.