In His Eyes

03|Panic & Appeasment

     It was a mere nine-thirty until Tom had awoken in his deep and humble abode. As his eyes lay wide open, his body stretched to a comforting pace, and so he laid still. For a split-second, He almost felt like he was as carefree as a pigeon on a plaza, until his thoughts came tracing back to him and the peculiar possibilities that rested upon his fate.

     From there, Tom toppled out of his bed and into the comfort of his bathroom to splash, or rather crash a bit of water on his face before facing himself in the mirror. He looked... troubled, he thought to himself. Inspecting his face like a paleontologist examining a stegosaurus, before walking off his bathroom and headed downstairs.

     “Good morning, sleeping beauty” Kate teased, sited on a chair with both of her legs cuddled in front of her and a mug by her lips. “I'm also here to tell you that your date with Rob-” She stopped, eyeing Tom with wide eyes before continuing. ”-Has been move two days from now” She finished delivering her news with a smile.

     “He told me he couldn't do it tonight because he has prior commitments but that's a good thing, right?”

     Tom smiled thinly and resumed sitting down with her, he could worry about what to wear a day from now, right now, he was busy what to eat since he was to drained to whip up something miraculous from the kitchen drawer. Instead, Kate's version of eggs benedict will have to suffice, for now.

     As Tom took a bite of his food, he couldn't help placing a doubted look on his face, about the food and last night, especially of the truth bomb that exploded in his face.

     Last night

     Kate suspected the bewildered look on, Tom's face. “I know it's nowhere near the breakfast menu you cook. But Hey. I tried my best” she snickered, sipping another gulp of her coffee.

     “It's not that. Its fine, I guess” He replied, followed by a Cheshire smile that made Kate grin.

     “You asshole!” She smiled, punching Tom playfully by his shoulders. “Just because I can't cook like you, doesn't mean you can insult my culinary mastery” She added, with playful eyes on Tom

     He just laughed heartedly and drank himself a mug of coffee, before facing her intently.

     Kate fixed her seating, into a more proper manner. Both hands on the table and legs firmly footed on the ground. “What's wrong?” she asked, her voice soft and tactful.

     Tom debated whether he should open up about last night, particular, Carlton. And yet, he was still out on a limb opening to her about this.

     But the decision was already made. This was eating him.

     Tom opened his mouth, but no words seemed to fly out. With his lips parted, he thought of other ways of opening to Kate about, him.

     “Does this have to do anything with last night?” She reassured him, because once that face of Tom's kicks in, she knew he was having troubled starting with it.

     He nodded, quite vigorously. Then took another sip of his coffee.

     Kate tilted her head. “Is it bad?”

     Tom thought about his for a second, then answered. “I'm not sure, maybe- I don't know”

     “Do you feel comfortable opening up to me? I can help you” he smiled, eyeing him warmly.

     “More than anyone” He replied, but deep down, he still felt alien about this.

     “Then tell me” She replied, arching her eyebrows at him that made her eyes sparkle in the morning light that reflected over the glass table.