As Much as You {completed}

Carmen: 3.

Carmen slid out from under Ezra’s heavy arms, leaving him in his deep sleep as she walked to the kitchen. An outstretched hand interrupted her stride as she got to the doorway and she abruptly turned to see who’s stopped her. Adam smirked, dropping his hand to let her pass but she didn’t move. Her eyes trailed down to the glass of orange juice in his hand.

                “Adam.”

                “Morning,” Adam replied brightly.

                She began to walk again but he held up his hand again, stopping her. She turned to look at him. “What is it?”

                “Here,” he passed her the orange juice. “That’s what you were going in the kitchen for, right?”

                “Yes…” she said wearily. “How did you know?”

                “I pay attention.”

                “Right.”

                “Plus,” he said again, “I feel bad for the fact you had to share a room with my brother last night because I had people over. Call it an apology if you will. I know he can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

                “No, that’s you.” She pointed out, taking the orange juice. “Thanks.”

                “No problem.”

                Adam placed his hand on Carmen’s arm for a split second before nodding his head, signalling his goodbye. She watched, sipping her orange juice, as Adam happily walked down the corridor to Ezra’s bedroom, ready to wake up a friend of his. They were planning to go out today, right into the centre of London to sight-see for inspiration. Lord knows why. Adam was never inspired and she didn’t even know who this friend was. She’d been introduced to him last night but had had a little too much wine to process the thought.

                Memories of last night came back to her as she walked into the kitchen, the black tiled floor sent shivers up her spine and she cursed that she hadn’t put any slippers on; or at least some socks.

                Dinner went by smoothly after Ezra intervened and got his family talking about a conversation. Anthony said nothing more and it made Carmen more than happy. Drinks were passed around and Carmen had even learnt that her cousin was expecting wins. After the meal was over, because they had taken the tube instead of any car, Guilia ordered a taxi home for the pair and when they got back they had another bottle of wine, which they shared with a movie because Adam hadn’t gotten back until they were just about to go to bed. Then they were told they had to share, but in their drunken state, they didn’t care.

                Carmen grabbed an apple and left the kitchen, letting her feet sink into the carpet again of the hallway before the living room. Their flat was sophisticated, modern and mature. It was very stylish with upgrades in all the latest technology and a black and white colour scheme. The only room that didn’t have a new interior design was the room at the end of the corridor, next to Carmen’s bedroom, which was the library. It was stacked with old, classic volumes of books and smelt familiar to that of bookstores and coffee shops. The only other thing in the room was Ezra’s brown Bluthner piano and a futon, which was placed in the middle of the room.

                Carmen grabbed the duvets that they had left on the sofa when they went to bed and began rolling them up to put back into her room in a minute, after sticking her apple in her mouth.