Coffee n drama

Summoning a demon

Let me just clear this out. I don't know how I reached this point but I did. It's not my fault, entirely. Okay maybe it is but I didn't mean to end up like this. It was just an innocent idea that escalated in ways that are not possible. 

I mean how does a person go from cooking a pasta recipe from her grandma to summoning a full blown demon. That dude has been snarling at me for 15 minutes straight. Both of us confused and have no idea how to communicate because I don't speak demonic.

Nonna what were you doing in your life to have the phone number of a demon like a full black, horrible smelling demon. He should take a bath to be honest but I don't know how to tell him that.

"Ok let's do this. You-" I point towards him and say as slowly as I can. "go there-" Showing him the way to my room. "take a bath." Gesturing frantically to show how a bath works.

"I am not stupid human. This is my odor." The audacity of this man to barge into my house, see me embarrassed with the mess I made of the kitchen to cook pasta, and then tell me he could understand what I was saying the entire time. Like hello, have some courtesy. I am the host. 

Oh fuck. I am the host, is he going to take over my body or something. 

"Are you stupid?" He blatantly says and I take full offense. Excuse me! What?

"What?" I can barely form words right now, this is the first time someone has called me stupid on my face other than myself ofcourse.

"You realized I am a demon after 15 minutes?" Oh he noticed. Ok fine that was stupid but it feels like a weird dream. Maybe it is. My dreams anyways don't make sense, this also doesn't make sense. I turn to look at the clock that clearly shows the time. It is 3 am, and hour later than the last time I checked. Time is still working, its not a dream.

"I-Don't blame me, you showed up unannounced at 3 am." I sneer at him defensively. I admit its stupid but only too myself.

"How, How did you summon me?" He speaks frustrated with my attitude. People must freak out or faint on his arrival but me. The weirdo and amazing me is not only unfazed but also angry with a real demon like full blown horns and pitch black eyes. All those late night animes are useful for once.

I flip through the book that started all of this. The cookbook, personally written by my nonna. The only thing I inherited from her huge inheritance. Not going to lie it stung but her memories are more than enough for me to hate her. 

She was a prick to say the least. Always fat-shaming me and then over feeding me. Instead of giving me sweets, she tried to tach me how to cook and be a good wife. AT 10. I was 10 like there are 20 more years for all that and teach your grandson something too. He sits all day infront of the screen. Okay fine he is a software engineer but still.

"I don't know, to be honest, my sleep deprived brain is not helping either. You could be my bestfriend who I am imagining to be a demon cause I watched too many series and read too many books this week." I sigh exhausted and frustrated. I didn't even get to eat pasta. The demon growls at my indifference. 

"You even have friends?" This man is really getting on my nerve right now. Its 3 am. 3 fucking am. I am not awake enough for this shit. 

"How can I send you back?" I throw the book on his face that he easily dodges. It lands in a bowl gooey stuff, one of the previous tries to make the sauce.

"You idiot!" I pull out the book before its completely stained. 

"Tell me how did you summon me right now." His growl vibrates in my ear, the 6 foot 3 inch demon bending down to overpower me, the 5 foot 6 inch italian. I place my hand on my hip and look straight in his disturbing eyes with equal anger.