Angelic Eyes

Chapter 2 - Coffee Cures Everything

The sun peaked behind the trees. It was dawn and Dexter had awoken. He slowly opened his eyes as he glanced out his window. The snow had stopped momentarily, and the sun was slowly rising. Dexter arose from his bed and yawned. He sat on his bed for a while, stretching his arms and legs. He stood up and walked into the small kitchen and lounge room. Dexter was startled to find a woman sound asleep on his couch. He was in a daze until he realised last nights events.
Maisie snored softly, all rugged up in the blanket he placed on her. He smiled softly before putting some bread in the toaster. Dexter rubbed his eyes. The fact that Maisie was here brought back memories, good and bad.
I had met Maisie in our freshman year. She was a new student. She sat with me on the first day, sparking our friendship. We were inseparable. We were friends for 4 years until our friendship turned into a relationship. It lasted for a year and a half before she broke up with me. We were doing so well, and I didn't understand. It pained me that I had lost the girl of my dreams. The next day I heard a rumour that Maisie had already moved on with some guy named Riley. That shattered my heart. And now a year onwards, the girl I had loved so deeply was asleep on my couch.
Maisie stirred partially opening her darling eyes. Her eyes flickered around the room and had dark rims around them. She slowly sat up brushing her pale blonde hair off her shoulder. She rubbed her forehead. She looked at Dexter eyes locking. She pulled the blanket of her, letting it fall on the floor. She stood up and almost ran to the bathroom. Dexter shook his head and turned to the kettle. He started making hot coffees for him and Maisie.
Maisie exited the bathroom. She washed her hands and splashed the cool water on her face, truly awakening. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't look the greatest. She walked back down the small hallway that was lined with numerous artworks. She walked into the kitchen tapping Dexter on the shoulder.
"Dexter, can I help with anything?" she asked. Dexter looked around.
"No not really. Here take a seat at the buffet and I'll make you some toast," he instructed, as Maisie pulled out a wooden stool, placing herself upon it. Dexter handed her a hot coffee. Maisie grabbed it, immediately warming up her hands. She took a sip of the drink; it burned her tongue but warmed her insides. She liked that feeling. Dexter held his mug close to his chest, watching Maisie, admiring her beauty. How does one person look so beautiful while hungover.
Maisie scanned the small room. It had a small kitchen with a buffet, on the other side of the room was a white stone fireplace. Placed in front of it was a cozy couch, with pillows placed on it and a blanket sprawled on the floor from where Maisie had left it. Multiple woven rugs rested on the oak floors. The only lighting came from the large windows or numerous candles. The only electrical light was a small lamp that was placed upon a small antique side table, which had carvings etched into its wooden panels. Her daze was interrupted by the popping off the toaster.
"How do you like your toast?" questioned Dexter.
"Um just buttered please," informed Maisie politely. Dexter nodded, Maisie's soft voice ringing in his ears. He buttered two pieces of toast and handed it to Maisie, before spreading a thick layer of marmalade on his toast. Maisie devoured her toast. She was so hungry. Dexter watched her, giving her a smile which she returned.
"What happened last night?" asked Dexter. Maisie shrugged.
"I don't remember," she mumbled. Dexter nodded, slightly confused. Maisie quickly downed the last of her coffee. She got up abruptly and grabbed her coat sliding her arms through the sleeves. She picked up her beanie placing it on her head. She slid on her shoes and picked up her phone.
"Thanks for letting me stay Dex," Maisie stated, slightly put her hand on his shoulder, before hurrying out of the door, slamming it behind her. Dexter stood there in shock. A million thoughts ran through his head. Did he say something wrong? He knew that Maisie could be delicate, but he was sure he did nothing wrong.