The Worth of a Coin (BxB)

Chapter 21

-Quan Leung-

"I know, it was stupid. But I had a good time," I told Clover as I was preparing breakfast the next day. My cat was an incredibly nosy girl, and she loved to know everything, especially when it came to me. "We had marshmallows and we talked and laughed. That was all, but it was enough, you know?"

Clover meowed at me suggestively, causing me to scoff. She was resting on her chair, peering up at me with wide eyes. Anyone else would probably think that she was hungry, eyeing the food in my hand.

"Stop it. It was our first date." I plated up my food and moved into my living room. I had decided that it would be a shame if the bacon I kept in my fridge went to waste. I knew a bacon sandwich wasn't the healthiest, but it beat a cookie or a pop tart. "If that's your attitude, I'm not letting you outside again." I swallowed the bite of my sandwich. It was burnt, but that's how I liked it. "I am not dealing with mini Clovers."

Clover hissed and swiped at me. It was her usual response whenever I said something she didn't approve of. I had gotten close to her claws a few times, but she hadn't actually cut or scratched me before.

"See? You don't like the assumption either."

I ate the rest of my sandwich in semi-peace. Clover kept eyeing my sandwich as though she was going to pounce for it. I gave her a nibble of the bacon which fell out, but she wasn't satisfied. I knew better than to give her more, as she would just expect it to be routine whenever she smelled it cooking.

A knock on the door caught me by surprise. I glanced at the clock to see that I was still quite early, so that ruled out Candice coming to check if I was still alive.

I dried my hands dry of the dishwater I had been using to do the dishes and opened my front door, to an awkward looking Ruarc.

"Morning," I greeted, leaving the door open as I turned around and re-entered my kitchen.

"Good morning," he replied. The sound of my front door closing followed his words. "Did you sleep well?"

I had to hide a yawn behind my hand as I nodded. "To be honest, I fell asleep on the settee with my clothes still on and had to shake myself awake at three am." I continued the minimal amount of dishes, drying them and putting them away. "I'd ask how you slept, but you know."

Ruarc chuckled and nodded. He was leaning against my counter with his arms crossed over his chest. He had his leather jacket on, and a messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

I didn't know what else to say. You could cut the tension with a knife, or rather the awkwardness. I was never good at reading situations. I could read people well, especially if I had seen into their thoughts and experiences. People that I had gotten to know personally were a lot trickier.

"Do you think we'll have to catch up on yesterday's work?" Ruarc's voice cut through the air.

I snorted. "Of course, we will. I might need to do many extra hours this afternoon." I didn't know why I felt a slither of guilt about that. We had missed work yesterday, and thus I would need to make up my hours. I wasn't sure if I would get paid for the extra hours, as I had declared a vacation day.

Ruarc raised an eyebrow and sighed. "I get so bored of the same walls." I found that sentence peculiar. I would assume as a vampire, which would be a common feeling. I couldn't imagine feeling the boredom which would be a result of living for centuries. Despite times changing, I think that they would be far too subtle to be exciting.

"I don't have to deal with anything like that." I shrugged and put my own coat on. "Bye bye sweetie, you be good now," I told Clover, stroking her head as she came to say goodbye. She hissed and narrowed her eyes at Ruarc, who just stepped backwards and exited the house.