The forgotten

The Forgotten. part two

The kitchen smells strong of coffee. He sets his crossbow in the doorway and sits at the island stool. He takes off his jacket so now he's in a form fitting tee. He takes his hat off. His hair is in a loose pony. I stand there amazed at the pure white color. He has to be no older than 20 something. "do you mind if I ask you an odd question?" He looks over at me with his blue eyes. "I don't mind" he leans his chin on his hand and smiles faintly. He look at the ground for a second. " Um. Who are you?" I decide to ask instead of how old are you? He chuckled "the names Elodin. Elodin Woods. Ironic name I know." He laughed a bit and I smiled as I poured him some coffee. "are you hungry Mr. Woods" I say, my voice shaking. "not particularly. Would it be okay if we sat outside? The fall air is nice out here" I turn around with his cup. "wow. What a fine tea set you have. That's absolutely elegant." I smiled. "thank you. I don't remember how I got it." My smile fades. I feel as if I'm forgetting something very important. He stands up. The stool scraping against the floor snatches my attention back to reality. I hand him the cup and lead him outside to the porch swing. I sit as close to the side as I can. He sits a bit closer that I would have liked. He smelled of nature mixed with a masculine sent. It was a pleasantly calming smell. I had the sudden urge to put my head on his shoulder but stopped myself. Know that would be wrong. He a stranger. I look over at him. He sips his coffee and slowly rocks the swing. He looks down at me. "should I stop. Is this annoying" I shyly shake my head no and take a sip myself. I look into the woods. "I dont have anywhere to stay for the night. Is it okay if possible I could stay here. I promise I'll be gone before you wake up." I look up at him as he continues. "I mean. That's a strange question. You don't know me" he locks eyes with me. Something in them seem off "right?" He seemed almost pained but yet he smiles. Like. He's not telling me something. "no I don't know you. But you're more than welcome to stay" he smiles genuinely this time and so do I.