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"Alsace? What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked to see him in front of my bedroom door.
He gave me a soft smile, his eyes tired and his hair a mess. Abuela came into view, bringing a tray of food. I looked at her. Pasta for lunch?
"Just wanted to see you."
Abuela smiled wide, wiggling her brows. Alsace took the tray, giving abuela a soft kiss on the forehead.
"You haven't had lunch?" Alsace spoke. I shrugged.
"Thanks, abuela." I spoke. She nodded and walked away. I didn't go to work today, because of my shoulder hurting like ass.
As soon as I get healed, I'm going back to work.
Alsace got inside, setting the tray down on my small table abuela bought last week for her. But since I'm staying inside my room, she went up and about to place it inside my room. We even argued about it, since she loved it so much, why give it to me?
"Sit down." Alsace spoke. I sat on my bed, amazed of him.
What is he doing here? Isn't he busy?
Plus... I'm not ready to see him after what I said this morning.
It's too soon for that. Really.
"Is everything alright?" I asked.
He doesn't look at me, his eyes on the pasta. He took the fork, mixing the sauce. What the hell was up with this man?
"Alsace!" I shouted a little. His attention went to me, his eyebrows high as if he forgot I was here. He blinked.
"Sorry. Just business."
"What's wrong?" I asked softly.
I feel different. Weird. My heart is thumping like crazy, and the air I'm breathing is suddenly hot.
He shrugged, "Nothing much, honey," he raised the fork with pasta on it. "Eat."
I opened my mouth, eating the pasta with all my might. I'm not really a pasta person, but hey, it tasted good, nice, really. This must taste nice with garlic breads or something.
Alsace gave me another fork full of pasta, and with my ability to munch really quick, I took it all without any complains. He kept doing it, and I got tired. The fork full of pasta was up in the air, waiting for my mouth to open, but I don't.
I looked up at Alsace, his mind somewhere else.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
"If you're going to stare away into the unknown, might as well leave." I muttered. Which, by the way, was loud enough to distract a person, not Alsace though. I rolled my eyes, groaning and lying down.
This might sound petty, but if he's here, and his mind is somewhere else, then what's the point of even visiting? I'd rather stare at Hendrix.
I rolled over, looking away from Alsace. I heard the fork make clicks and clacks. He must've placed it down.
