Sure, Brooklyn.

Chapter 4. Breakfast and George's place.

I woke up at 8 am. Washed my face and brushed my teeth. I didn't hear any noise so I instantly thought George was gone, I couldn't know that though. I walked out of my room in my ridiculous pyjamas and walked to the kitchen. I took a look at the house, the living and the kitchen were empty. I wanted to go to the guests room where George probably was sleeping. But what if he's not here? Or worse, what if he IS STILL here?

I needed to make some breakfast regardless if he was or wasn't in here. I opened the fridge and took some ingredients out of it. Some eggs, bacon, pancake batter and some oranges for juice. I turned the coffeepot on and the coffee soon started to spread all of its smell all over the house. I started cooking the bacon and the pancakes, then I made some orange juice.

I poured some coffee in my favourite mug and took a sip.

Soon I heard the sound of a door opening a closing a little loudly.

-Is that bacon that I smell?- it was George. –And coffee?- he shouted stupidly exciting. Then he walked into the kitchen appearing from behind the wall that divided the kitchen from the hall. He glanced at me with that tired look he always had, all drowsy. He rubbed his eyes. –I didn't know you cooked.- he said smiling. He looks simply adorable when he's drowsy.

Dragging his feet he came closer to smell the breakfast and inhaled in front of the pan where I cooked the bacon and pancakes. He frowned and exhaled in satisfaction. –Well, it smells really good I must say.- he said between giggles. –Do you need some help though?- he asked and flipped his hair. –You don't seem to have a hangover.- I said changing the subject. He looked to the floor maybe remembering what he did last night. -You're right, I don't have it.- he answered it looking at me again. –I liked your friends last night.- I said returning to the stove to finish cooking. –They're really cool.. Even Max was cool.- I said.

-I'm sorry if he offended you or annoyed you in some way, he...- he said, -He was drunk as hell?- I interrupted him and laughed. –Yeah, but sometimes he's very impulsive and rude to people, I hope he didn't do anything stupid.- he said leaning against the bar and crossing his arms. –He treated me very good indeed.- I said and laughed remembering how Max acted last night. –Listen, don't believe anything they say about me.- he said nervously smiling. –Like what?- I asked. He looked like he was hiding something from me and from everybody else. –I mean... Never mind.- he said. I didn't want to discuss so I told him to hand me two plates and I served the food. –Do you want some coffee?- I asked taking a mug out of the shelf. –Please?- he said. He went back into the room where he slept the night before and came out of it again with his cigarettes in hand, walked to the balcony sliding door, opened it and walked out. –I don't mind if you smoke inside the house, George.- I said a little loud so he could hear me. He glanced at me with a cig in his mouth just about to lit it, he smiled. –I don't wanna ruin the breakfast, Pam.- he said. –You won't. – I answered while I was putting the breakfast plates on the diner table. He lit the cig outside and then came in again and took a seat next to me.

While we were eating I just couldn't stop thinking about what he did last night. Yet he looked so unworried, maybe he didn't remember a thing about it. Should I let this shit go and do not talk about it? Give up already, Pam. He doesn't remember shit.

-What are you thinking about so focused?- he asked and gave me a weird look, then laughed. –Are you okay there?- he asked.

-Do you remember how we got here last night?- I asked suddenly. –Were you that drunk too not to remember that?- he added sarcastically. –Do you?- I asked again.

-Well, I remember I was almost white girl wasted... Not as fucked up as Max though... Then you walked towards me and told me to go home with you.- he said joking at the end, with a slightly perverted tone and glancing a rogue look at me.