Remembering Raimondo (Complete)

Two Notes

He straightened the dishes on the table before sitting down. He watched me watch him, intently. I was shocked... angry... pissed. The strongest of the emotions was me being pissed. I can feel my face heating up, but he easily ignored that.

“Sit dow-”

“How did you get into my apartment?” I coldly interrupted him with my eyes focused on the table.

He better not say he picked the lock.

When he didn't answer after a long pause I lifted my gaze to meet his. Clenching my jaw, I waited for his response for two more seconds.

He stood, grabbed his sweater, and made his way towards me. I backed away from him with each step he took closer until I was up against the wall. He continued to inch towards me and stopped when the only thing separating us were our clothes.

I inhaled sharply when he flicked off the lights. Blind to his movements, I wasn't prepared to feel his hand brush my hair back. I held my breath so I could hear his movements.

“Quit the job,” he murmured against my ear after moments of silence. “Your hands,” he continued only stopping to entwine his with mine, “weren't made to clean for filthy rich men.”

I gulped. Not what I expected... and why did he give a damn about my hands.

“I will take care of you,” he breathed.

I shoved him away from me.

“I don't ne-”

“Shh. You're only going to say something obnoxiously mean.” He murmured with his hand over my mouth.

I heard his hand find the door knob.

“Goodnight Audrie.”

Light seeped through the room from the hall, but darkness engulfed every corner once the door closed again. Way to add philosophy to the moment. Not only did the room darken when he left, it became intolerably silent.

I searched the wall for the switch and flicked it on.

Discarding my sweater I moved towards the table and examined the dinner he made. I couldn't help but chuckle.

Scrambled eggs, with some kind of seasoning. It could possibly be the only thing he can cook. I picked up the folded piece of paper from beside the plate.

I laughed out loud at the message.

This is NOT the only dish I could cook!

Jeff

I hurried to the kitchen and washed my hands. Crossing my legs on the sofa, I scooted the table and dug in. The eggs were incredible. Eggs shouldn't taste this good. Finishing the last pieces, I took a gulp from the cup of orange juice.

Tropicana... my favorite.

I stared at the cup and frowned. When did I buy Tropicana?

Quickly, I cleaned up and carried my dish and cup to the kitchen. I placed them in the sink and opened the fridge door. It was full of food. I never went grocery shopping, and when I bought stuff for the fridge I didn't buy this much. There was another note on a container of strawberries.

These taste really good. But remember, you remove the green part first. ;)

Jeff

Smiling, I rolled my eyes at his smart ass note.

I looked around the kitchen, everything else was the same. My eyes landed on the cupboards. I reached for the handle and opened the cabinet.

Sighing heavily I opened the other wooden cabinet.

The stored canned food and boxes of cereal and some other stuff... spaghetti? I can't cook spaghetti!

Finally! I lay back on my comfy bed after doing the dishes, taking a shower, and brushing my teeth.