motive. [shadilver]

14.

SILVER

Usually, I am glad that it's the weekend, and that I don't have to work, but it seems too quiet in my apartment. Ever since my other coworkers took my and Blaze's spot for a day, suddenly they were asking for morning shifts. I think they realized how chill it was, despite everyone liking to come in early in the morning for coffee and breakfast. I don't mind it too much, luckily since I don't eat anything fancy, I have more money that I can save or that goes to my rent.

Blaze also realized how little she spent time with me, which was something that I am often sad about, but only barely did she catch a hint. I think it's a little saddening and maybe disappointing that it took a trip with just us for her to realize, but it's whatever. Better now than never, I guess. However, because of this, she asked if she could come over this afternoon, so I have been waiting on my couch ever since.

I can't be told plans and then not wait for them, unable to do anything else in the meantime. There are definitely some chores that could have some attention right now, but with my luck, I would start doing something and she would come right in the middle of it. I know we have been friends for a while, but I still do my best to be as polite as possible.

I didn't even notice that I started to doze off until I heard a knock on the door, and my vision brightened up when I opened my eyes. I quickly went over to the door, letting her inside.

"Hey, you."

"Hi,"

I replied to her warmly. It looked like she was carrying a paper takeout bag. Then, I got a slight whiff of what might be in there.

"Uhm, I brought soup for us... for lunch."

Oh, how sweet. I didn't expect that. Good thing I didn't eat before she came.

"Oh, thank you, let's go to the table."

"Hang on, Silver. I need to take my shoes off. Can you take the bag from me, please?"

Yikes, I didn't even consider taking it. There goes my attempts at being as polite as possible. The bag crinkled under my touch, and it was very warm and humid on the bottom. I gave her a slight nod before I put it on the table, unsure if I should unpack all of it or not. I can't see any reason why I can't... I shouldn't be overthinking it. I kept pulling out container after container, and I was really becoming confused. Some were freezing cold, while some were hot.

"I got some for you to put in your freezer for later, in case you don't want to cook or order something."

"Oh... thanks..."

She knows me too well to the point that it's embarrassing. I always have a hard time feeding myself because I am too tired. I know she's just trying to make it easier for me, but I can't help but feel a little humiliated. I took the ones that were cold and put them in my freezer, asking her if she wanted to keep any of them. However, she replied that her intentions were for me, and for me only.

"I got you a chicken vegetable soup, I hope you like it."

I got us some napkins before sitting down with her, and being handed a plastic spoon. I opened the lid, watching the steam rise and wisp into the air.

"I'm sure I will... thank you again."

She hummed, and I looked around the container. It looked like a light broth with chicken, vegetables, and couscous. I was seeing a bit of fresh rosemary and other herbs as well. I took a sip of the broth and knew that it was perfect for me. I had the urge to thank her... again, but I stopped myself.