A/N Warning: This chapter contains mature themes & themes of abuse, domestic violence, and death.
Marshall's POV:
— Day 6/7 Of Detroit Trip
I rubbed my hands over my face letting out a sign, memories of last night flooding my brain. Man oh man. I was not expecting that to happen, but I ain't mad at it. It's just that I know Sae holds back a lot because of her past and her recent break up. She never really likes to talk about either, but I sense that it effects her a lot. I even tried to get her to open up to me about it last night but just like all the other times, she immediately shut down the conversation. Honestly, I wish she'd open up more so we could be closer, but I didn't want to push her. She'll come around when she's ready. I mean, we've only known each other for a month and a half. It doesn't seem like a long time, but it really sorta is.
After some much needed deep thought, I looked around the bed realizing I was all alone. She must've already gotten ready and let me sleep in. I needed to get ready for work at the studio though. Even though today was a Saturday - a day I'm usually off - I needed to make up work for the day I missed to spend with Sadé. I didn't want to be at risk of missing any deadlines knowing Paul would be up my ass about it. I made my way back into my bedroom where I started to get ready. I freshened up, showered, and threw on a casual fit today.
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I trudged down the stairs, ready to get my day going. Sadé was sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. I popped some waffles in the toaster. I noticed Sadé didn't have any food in front of her. This girl is a huge foodie so that was weird.
"No food this morning?" I asked, glancing at her while I stood at the counter top.
"No. Just coffee today. I wasn't really hungry." She looked up from her phone.
"You don't want any waffles? I can make you something different." I rambled a bit concerned.
"No, it's okay. I'm okay. I just wasn't hungry this morning." She laughed.
"Okay..." I replied not fully believing her, "I guess it doesn't matter anyways since I'm taking you out tonight." I mumbled the last part.
I was planning on taking her out to dinner tonight. She told me last night how her favorite food is pasta and how she enjoys exploring. So I wanted to do just that for her. I wanted her to explore more of Detroit before she left in a couple of days. Not only that, but I just wanted to do something nice for her, maybe ease her into opening up more.
"Really?" She perked up, "Where are we going?"
"You'll find out later. Just get pretty."
"Alright. Anything specific I should wear? I'll probably go get my hair done while you're at work today."
I wanted to tell her that she didn't need to do that. Her natural hair is beautiful. Her curls, the volume, the color. Nonetheless, I understand her wanting to do so after one of our earlier conversations a few days back.
