Marry. Ride. Love.

Now I was alone

*Isabella*

I was standing in the kitchen making breakfast.

I just hadn't been able to sleep and instead of lying in bed thinking about why I couldn't sleep, I had gotten up and started making breakfast. A lot of breakfast. Especially since I didn't know what the guys here ate for breakfast.

So I had made what my friends liked to eat for breakfast and hoped that I had at least somehow met their taste.

I was going to make the coffee fresh when someone came down at some point.

I squatted on one of the chairs at the table, my feet pulled up on the seat with me, my head resting on my knees. I waited.

After a while I could hear footsteps on the stairs. Immediately I raised my head and stood up expectantly.

Valentino entered the kitchen and looked from the table to me a little confused "What is it?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"I made breakfast.", I couldn't hide my delight at the fact that he had just spoken English to me "Do you like coffee?".

"Coffee, yes. But we don't really eat breakfast that much.".

"Oh.", I bit my lower lip to suppress regret "Then I'll make you a coffee. Do you want to maybe sit with me anyway and..."

"I'm busy," he interrupted me.

"Oh. Is there anything I can do to help?" he shook his head and now went to the coffee machine himself.

"You can cook?" he nodded toward the table.

"Yeah. I do," I nodded.

"Good, breakfast is usually around 9:30, white bread with cold cuts and coffee. We usually take that right to the track. Lunch is around 1:00 p.m. and dinner is around 6:30 p.m. Can you handle that?".

I only now understood that he probably expected me to cook for them.

"Yes, you just have to tell me what you like to eat, then..."

"I'll give you a list," he interrupted me again.

I just nodded and then bit my lip to keep from saying more, because he so obviously didn't care that it almost hurt. He didn't want to talk to me at all, and he didn't want to listen to me.
So I settled back down at the table and pulled my feet up to me on the chair to put my head back on my knees. He waited until his coffee had run through, then took his cup and, without another word, went upstairs with it.

I took a deep breath and felt tears spring to my eyes.

It felt like shit.

How could he hate me so much when we hadn't even spoken yet. We hadn't been alone for five minutes. Whereas, right now it had been maybe five minutes and what had happened?

He had practically made me his kitchen staff and had not wanted to talk to me for a single word. Fuck, it felt fucking lousy.

I felt tears running down my cheek as I could hear footsteps again. I immediately wiped my face with the back of my hand and raised my head as Franky entered the kitchen. He looked a little rumpled, but his face lit up when he saw breakfast.

"Did you make this?" he asked, settling down next to me at the table.

I nodded uncertainly.

"You know, we never actually eat breakfast."

"I know. Valentino just told me.", I felt my heart sink again immediately.

"Oh he's already up? Where is he?"