Connie had decided to make something simple and easy. This turned out to be eggs, which really couldn't get any easier. She had also decided to wait and cook them when she heard the water to the shower turn off, that way Altair's food wouldn't be that cold.
The water turned off right at that moment. Connie laughed at the timing. She quickly went over to the stove and began to crack the eggs on the already heated pan. She added salt and pepper, and vow-la done. She decided to make them over easy and flipped them when it was time. She heard creaking form upstairs in only one spot. It seemed the supposed assassin took a wrong step. She thought smugly, before turning her attention back to the eggs, she knew he would be here soon.
Quickly putting the eggs in a plate with a piece of toast, and a fork, she whipped around and shoved the plate in Altair's hand. "It seems you took a wrong step." She said with a smile on her face.
"The same way you do." He replied heading to the stool beside the counter and sitting.
"I have not, and I'm sure you've noticed." She said smugly, putting cat food in her cats bowl for Meesha before washing her hands. Turning to make herself some eggs too, and shoving some toast in the toaster. Altair ate quietly, before answering.
"So I have, but that's only due to you knowing this house well, unlike me." He defended himself, but it wasn't like his ego would be hurt by something as little as this.
"sure." Replied Connie, flipping her eggs. She than huffed before talking to him again. "Sorry for making something quick like this, but it's pretty late..."
"I do not care." He said evenly, enjoying his meal either way. Connie turned to him then and stared, finally taking notice of his changed attire. She knew he would be in his new clothes, but it was a shock none the less, especially since he looked so different without those robes. She had thought he would have put up his hood, thinking that was the only reason he wanted that hoodie, but it appeared he didn't care about that, or so it seemed. Perhaps he just didn't care because she already saw his face. The toast popped then, breaking her from her thoughts.
She quickly turned back to her eggs, almost forgetting about them. She scooped them into a plate and put the toast that popped in her plate before grabbing a stool and starting to eat as well.
They sat in silence and it gave Connie some time to think the pasted days over more. Thinking of the way she acted before Altair came, to how she was now, she realized she had changed slightly. For one, she wasn't as jumpy as she use to be, and it had only taken about two days to change this. Another fact was that due to the company, her perspective on things had changed, and she dealt with them slightly different now. This bothered her for some reason; she knew it was partly due to her hating change though, the other part, not so much.
Dipping her toast into her egg yolk, she glanced at Altair not turning her head. She wondered if having Altair here was a good idea. Sure he had nowhere to go, but the changes in her lifestyle were annoying and unwanted. She had considered dumping him on the side of the road at some point, but she couldn't do it, she wasn't that cold.
Finishing up her eggs, she walked her dish over to the sink and washed it quickly. When her plate was done, she noticed Altair holding his plate to her from behind. She took and cleaned it as well, before drying her hands, and turning to Altair; he was sitting on the stool again.
Connie gave a yawn. "Alright, it's been a long day, I'm heading to bed. Goodnight." She said walking off with a hand to her mouth, stifling her yawns. Altair wasn't following her up the stairs, which was fine; she just hoped he turned off the lights when he went to bed.
Heading to her room she shut and locked the door behind her, before doing everything she needed to do before bed. Shutting her bathroom door behind her, she ran and jumped on her bed, quickly getting under the covers and sighing. One of these days I'm going to end up breaking this bed from jumping on it. She thought with a laugh, before resting her hand under her pillow close to her knife.
