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Chapter Four: Are You Sure?
The silence in the kitchen was beginning to get on Connie's nerves. Sure, she lived alone and she loved quiet, but this was different. It was almost like this man wanted to talk but wouldn't, and the stare wasn't helping, he was probably as stubborn as a mule. Just my luck.
Slapping her head in ignorance for the second time that day, she turned to Altair.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask, do you like pasta?" she asked not caring if he said no, she was making it either way.
"Sure." He said, not even questioning it, she thought for sure he would, but she guessed he didn't care. In reality, Altair didn't question it because he didn't want to be talked down to once again, all for the simple matter of not knowing something that the woman deemed obvious in a sense, he had to be in power here.
"Whatever you say." Replied Connie, not caring anymore. Turning towards him again, she looked him over. He wasn't watching her anymore, and instead was looking around her small kitchen. He felt her stare then, and turned towards her with a questioning glance.
"You can stay here tonight, but tomorrow I hope to see you gone." said Connie slowly, she didn't want it to sound that rude, never mind forget manners, and maybe he'll leave faster.
"Fine, and I will be expecting to see my belongings." Replied Altair evenly. Damn, I was hoping he would forget... I wanted his sword for my collection. Thought Connie with a frown.
"Yeah sure, just remind me." Said Connie with the frown still on her face. By that point the sauce was done, and was waiting for the pasta to finish boiling. Connie grabbed a fork and ate one to see if it was done. Perfect. She thought before getting a strainer to strain the pasta. Once that was done, she put the pasta back in the pot and added the sauce and stirred.
"Done." Connie said to no one in particular, before she went to grab two bowls to eat from. Scooping the pasta into each bowl, she got two forks and stuck it in the bowls before handing one to Altair.
"Here." She said before going back and grabbing herself a bowl, before heading to her family room, away from Altair to watch TV.
Altair was left in the kitchen looking at his...food. He had never seen something like it, and was wondering if the woman was trying to poison him. She hadn't added anything to his that she didn't to hers, so he followed where she went to see if she was eating.
The woman was eating to his disappointment, he had been hoping for an excuse to threaten her again, her stunts earlier annoying him greatly. He found her eating, and watching movements with people in a small box. It confused him significantly, but he didn't ask any questions, as he slowly walked over to another chair that was unoccupied, and sat down.
Connie turned to see that the man was on the couch, and had come to eat in here and watch TV as well, before she turned back to the TV. Her mind didn't put together that if he didn't know what a light bulb was, he defiantly wouldn't know what a TV was.
Altair was looking down at his food while Connie was occupied with the TV. He grabbed the fork and slowly stabbed pasta with it, before slowly lifting it to his eyes to examine. He had no clue what it was and before he could question it anymore, he shoved it in his mouth and chewed slowly.
It was definitely different, but it wasn't that bad, at least the woman could cook. His eyes turned to her again. She wasn't even paying attention to him, her hand would move on its own to use the fork to stab the food, and bring it to her mouth to chew, and her eyes were glued to the weird contraption with flashing lights.
