Stranger to Me

~Seven~

Gilda's P.O.V.

Sajana looked a little scared, for which I didn't blame her. I would be a little worried too if someone I knew nothing about invited me into their home and knew my name and everything.

Needless to say, she decided to stay. But she couldn't stay without me offering her something.

"Would you like some tea?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"I don't like tea very much," she said. She laughed.

"Which is funny because people of my race usually drink tea all the time."

I laughed too, and I noticed she was becoming more comfortable with her surroundings.

"Well, how about a glass of cold milk?"

"Um, sure," she responded.

I got up and retreated to the kitchen. I began to move towards the fridge when I saw the bag of milk I had brought from the store. Well, stolen would be a better word. Ignoring the milk in my fridge, I cut open the bag on the counter and poured some into an empty glass. It felt good - it was like slapping that shop keeper in the face. That was something he deserved.

Ah, revenge is sweet, I thought to myself while I returned to the living room.

I handed Sajana the glass.

"The freshest milk I've got," I announced truthfully. She looked confused but took a sip anyways. Her eyes shifted to the table.

"Who is Albin?"

I sighed. The question was inevitable.

"Albin was my husband."

"What do you mean?"

I got slightly irritated. How could she not know what I mean? Did I really have to spell it out for her?

"He's dead," I snapped.

She looked sorry, and I felt guilty.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"I am too," she said. There was moment in which there was absolute silence, and both of us sat looking at the floor.

"So," I said, in an effort to break the awkward silence," Tell me more about yourself."

Suddenly she looked just as scared as she had been when she first came in. She got up and put the milk down.

"Thank you, Ms. Gilda, for having me and letting me recover in your home. I really should be going now though."

"But-"

"Goodbye."