Sunlight streamed through a crack in the heavy curtains and a single beam of angelic light cascaded onto Vanna's face. She opened her eyes, instantly to squeeze them back shut again against the harsh light. Rolling over onto her side, she realized that she was alone in Nash's bed. The sound of her phone beeping caught her attention and she quickly grabbed it off of the bedside table.
"Be back in a few hours. I already miss you, my love xoxox" the message read. She smiled down at her phone like an idiot before kicking the thick, navy blue, down comforter off.
Vanna sauntered downstairs and into the kitchen, looking through all of the cupboards for the glasses. When she found them, she filled it up with lemon water before sitting on one of the breakfast bar stools. She boredly scrolled through social media and sipped her water for a little while before she began to grow bored looking at the same posts over and over again.
Waltzing over to the refrigerator, she opens it up and a carton of orange juice catches her eye. She greedily snatched it up and gulped down the rest of its contents. When she turned to discard the empty container, she saw that the trash was already full.
"Shit." She mumbled under her breath before pulling the trash bag out and pulling the strings on it tight. She hauled the bag over to the door that led to the garage, but when she tugged at the handle to open the door, she found that it was locked from the outside.
She furrowed her brows in confusion before going out the front door. When she approached the garage door, she saw that it needed a special code to open it. Throwing her arms up in surrender, she propped the bag up against the garage door and went back inside the house.
What could he be hiding in the garage that he doesn't want anyone to see?
Vanna threw herself down on the couch and turned on the TV. She flipped through all the channels, ultimately being unimpressed with everything that was on. Finally, she rested on Catfish, a show she could actually relate to. She too, used to wonder if her love for Nash was too good to be true.
After about two episodes of Catfish, she heard the jingling of keys outside of the front door before Nash burst in, carrying a large load of groceries.
"Hi." He greeted, quickly pecking her on the lips and heading for the kitchen. He set his bags onto the floor before starting to put them away. "Did you miss me?"
"Of course." She replied, following him into the kitchen and plopping down on one of the breakfast bar stools. "How was your day?"
"Would have been better if I could have spent it with you." He said sweetly, his sky blue eyes boring into her navy ones. "I bought some stuff to make you dinner."
"What is it?" She asked excitedly, trying to peek over the breakfast bar at the grocery bags.
"It's a surprise." Nash replied, a slight smile forming on his lips.
"Not even a hint?" She pouts, bending over the bar slightly; her cleavage threatening to spill out of her shirt at any second from between her crossed arms that rested on the countertop. Nash bit his lip, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from her succulent breasts.
"Not even a hint." He repeated, poking her nose with the tip of his finger. With that, he sent her off to his room to watch some more TV.
As soon as he heard the door shut, he emptied a few of the bags out on the counter. He was making her favorite, breakfast for dinner. He went to the store and purchased all of her favorite breakfast foods; bacon, pancakes, stuff for omlettes---just to name a few.
It only took a little bit longer than forty five minutes to prepare the breakfast feast. Nash even went as far as to light candles and to put the orange juice into fancy champagne glasses.
"Oh Vanna!" He called happily, putting the finishing touches on the table. The door creaked open from upstairs and he heard her feet padding down the stairs. When she entered the dining room, she gasped in delight.
"You did this for me?!" She practically yelled. Nash pulled a chair out for her to sit down before pecking her on the lips.
"Of course." He replied, seating himself and putting a napkin in his lap. "I love you."
"I love you too." Vanna says, immediately digging into her food. Her eyes widened at how delicious it was. "This is delicious."
"Thanks." Nash replies proudly, smiling deeply. "You know, nights like this don't have to end..."
Vanna pauses mid chew before swallowing hard. A wave of nervousness washes over her body.
"I beg your pardon?" She says quietly, almost a whisper.
"You could live with me, and I could take care of you all the time." He persists, a heavy silence following afterward.
"But we just met for the first time, Nash." She remarks, pushing her plate away slightly.
A look of pure heartbreak spread across Nash's face. He threw his fork down on the plate before standing up; his chair scraping the floor loudly.
"Excuse me." He says flatly, before leaving the room. Vanna heard footsteps in the hallway before she heard the front door open and then slam shut again. Instantly, her mouth dropped open.
Did he really just leave?
Vanna felt a couple tears slide out of her eyes before she too, got up from the table. She ran up the stairs to Nash's room, collapsing onto the bed and feeling her body rock with sadness. How could he just leave like that?
She curled up into a ball in the center of the bed, gripping a corner of the bedspread and dabbing at her eyes with it. Eventually, she began to hear small droplets of what she could assume to be rain tapping on the windows. She listened to the sound intently, eventually falling asleep.
