The cereal crunches between my teeth. The bowl clinks on the marble counter as I tie my hair into a bun.
"Eat that somewhere else would you? You sound like a horse." I straighten, my eyes rolling internally at my roommate. You're asking for a death wish if you roll your eyes in front of this man.
"I do not." I take another bite, making sure to eat even louder as I walk to open the blinds. Dustin walks out of the bathroom, circles the island before staring at me with big round doe eyes. I chuckle, pushing the bowl toward him. He doesn't waste time in fishing it down. "This is what happens when you don't buy groceries." I gesture to him. He feigns hurt and chugs the bowl. Slamming the bowl back down as if he just chugged a big mug of ale. He chews with a mouth full, some cereal dropping onto the counter.
"At least I'm not a pig. Geez, Dusty, the cereal won't go anywhere." His bare feet sway like a child's, his head bobbing side to side as he chuckles. The chuckle quickly turns into fits of laughter and chokes. "Don't go and die now." His hand slams the counter dramatically as he fights for a cereal-less breath.
Eyeing him, I yank my keys off the coffee table, unhooking my gray coat and slinging it over my arm.
"Alright enjoy whatever that is. See ya, you weirdo." The corners of my lips quirk up, because I know what happens each morning. His head snaps up, his eyes fully locked onto me. His rd face from almost dying, turns side to side as he stands bending at the hip and imitating a bull. He immediately sets off, sprinting at me like a crazed man. I squirm and bolt for the door, cackling as I slip in my socks . I bend down for my shoes, yanking open the door and swinging it closed, hearing him run into it. I softly chuckle as I put my shoes on. Freakin' weirdo.
I'm stilling cackling to myself when I reach the elevator.
"Hold the elevator!" I am ripped from my stupor and reflex kicks in, jolting me forward to stop the doors from closing. A man with an all dark outfits steps in, breathing heavily. I nod towards him, very proud of helping. I cringe at myself internally before redirecting my attention. The elevator slowly descends. I purse my lips, acting like a fish as I awkwardly stand in the corner. My curiosity wins and I look at the back of the man's head. Dark red curls peak out from under his black beanie. Nice. My eyes narrow at him as my detective-y brain cells kick in. I haven't seen him around here before. I think I would have noticed a muscle-y red haired brute. I hold down a smirk. Dusty would have noticed too. Maybe he just moved in.
The elevator finally comes to a stop, opening on the ground floor. We simultaneously step out as I pull on my coat. The lobby is empty like usual. Despite this, an eerie feeling sprints up my spine aster than I can and I instinctively look around. Apart from the red haired ninja, there's no one around. Hmm. My ninja sensies are tingly. Nope. That might just be the old milk.
I let the door close as I set off in the direction of the cafe, whilst contemplating my life choices. Why I accepted a job that's several blocks away beats me. Honking interrupts my not so speedy walk. I turn to a old red scooter. The pink fluffy bunny ears dangling off the helmet as the man waves at me. The scooter comes to a halt as the man waits for the green light. I quickly rush toward him, feeling like a penguin while I do so. A fabulous penguin. The man turns to me, jumping off the scooter to shake his booty at me mockingly. He quickly jumps back on and drives off before I could reach him. Stupid Dusty won't get my cereal again. I pout. The grunt in annoyance mixed with the pout probably looks weird. I straighten glancing around, hoping no one saw that.
A couple minutes of walking, a high pitched noise - sounding too much like a woman's scream - freezes my insides. Instantly my eyes roam the already busy streets and sidewalks but everything seems normal. Wide-eyed, I stare at the paving as I continue my walk. Does tinnitus sound like a distressed woman screaming? Surely not, right...
