Long Distance Call | tayley ✓

32 | Good Morning

[Hayley]

I awake, head rising from the pillow. The first thing I notice, aside from being in an unfamiliar bed, is the scent of bacon. That alone is enough to get me out of bed and into the kitchen. I take a seat at the table, being greeted by Taylor who has a handsome smile on his face. He's always handsome, though. Even if he looks dumb, he looks good. I don't know how he does it, but I'm not complaining.

"Hungry?" he asks, my stomach grumbling on cue. I hadn't even noticed. I slept for a long time, now that I think about it, damn. Yet, Taylor still woke up before me.

When he turns his head to look at me, I realize I hadn't answered him aloud. I'd been thinking about how much my stomach was begging for the bacon that Taylor was cooking that I had forgot to answer.

"Yes, very," I say with a nod. He returns the nod with a smile.

After a little while, it's truly breakfast time. I rub my hands together as a plate full of hot pancakes and bacon is placed in front of me. Each of the pancakes are partially burnt on at least one side, the bacon a bit too crispy for my liking. But it's not like anything he's prepared is inedible. I cut my first pancake up, piece by piece, and by the time Taylor's prepared his own plate, I've devoured one pancake.

For a second, with my face stuffed with a pancake, I think to myself, 'dammit, Hayley, act ladylike.' But a few seconds later, I think to myself, 'he should get used to this, if he really likes me.' So I continue enjoying my food like it was made for, washing it down with a few sips of orange juice every few bites.

We don't speak much while eating. We don't speak at all, actually. Every once in awhile he'll glance up at me with a smile upon his face. But each time I look back up to catch him, he returns his gaze to his own plate. As though he appears nervous.

I finish up before he does. He's only just finished his first one by the time I've cleaned off my plate that had been filled with three pancakes and a few strips of bacon. I toss the paper plate I'd used into the trash, along with the plastic utensils.

"So," I begin, returning to where I'd been sitting moments ago. "What's on the agenda today?" Am I coming off too eager? That thought strikes me the second I speak. Maybe I need to take it down a notch or two.

"Uh, I don't know," he speaks with a laugh before even swallowing the food that he'd been chewing. He gulps it down and takes a small bite from one of his pieces of bacon. "Anything you wanted to do?" He asks before finishing off the remainder of the bacon strip he'd began eating. I shake my head, and he continues chewing. Once done, he speaks.

"Well, lets see. I can introduce you to my friends if you'd like. I don't really have many friends here right now. But I do have a few, nonetheless. I could see if they're available tonight, and if so, I'll introduce you to them. Only if you want, of course." Once done speaking, he begins working on a second pancake. He's a slow eater. Maybe I'm just a fast eater. Hm. Whatever, it's not important.

"I'd love to meet your friends," I say with a smile, receiving a smile in return. I love that smile of his. I can't even formulate words to express how much I love it, it's just. Perfect. See, I'm speechless, now. It's that amazing.

"I'll reach out to them." He says. And I just can't believe that one person can be so perfect.