Song of Gods

Chapter Two

       
           I hate feeling obligated. After last night, I have to find that man. All night I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even when I finally went to bed all I did was toss and turn. I'm not really sure why this man haunts my dreams. Well, I wouldn’t call it haunting, it isn't bad. It's just odd that every dream I have is about him now: his eyes or his warm soft lip dancing tenderly across my skin. I only met this man yesterday and I don’t even know his name. And yet, I can't get him off my mind.
             Even if I wanted to find him, to make everything okay between us, I'm not sure how I would. I feel like such an asshole. How could I just let him leave? Once I find him again, I'll just have to take him out to eat or make plans or something. Too bad he could tell me where he'd like to eat at. He could always lead the way I guess. Why am I even worrying about it? I haven't found him yet.
            I already gotten a shower and blow dried my hair as I pull my hair up into a messy bun. Roofus watches me from the bathroom floor beside me. He knows my morning routine by now, every morning I get ready for work, except for Sundays. Sundays I work the closing shift. I work every day but hey, its life. I apply a small amount of makeup: eyeliner and mascara. Roofus starts to whine and I realize I haven't let him out this morning.
          "Do you want outside?" Roofus whines as we make our way to the front lawn. I figure it's just because he hasn’t been out yet this morning but as we spend more time outside the more nervous he becomes. It's weird because nothing but thunderstorms make him this way. It's bright and sunny, but maybe there's one on the way and he can feel it. I ignore him and call him to come inside from where I stand on the porch. I see a few raindrops fall, even though the sky is clear, I have a feeling it's going to pour. I hate walking to work in the rain, I get soaked and it's just not fun.
           Roofus pushes past me in the hallway just to have to wait for me to open the apartment door.  All my neighbors are okay with me having a free roaming pit bull. They have all met him and fell in love with his baby nature. I hold open the door for him so that he doesn’t accidentally knock me down again. My dog is so stupid it's cute, I have no idea how people can blame the breed for everything bad 'parenting' has caused. I shake my head and follow that happy dog inside.
           Moving inside to the kitchen, I start planning on what to make for breakfast. I could always just eat at the dinner they really don’t care if you have a meal there before or after you work but I'm not really feeling dinner food today. I open up the fridge to look inside. I have eggs and cheese, so looks like I'll be having an omelet. Roofus waits impatiently at the threshold of the kitchen.  Call me a bad dog mommy but I always let him have my scraps after I'm completely done eating.
           I grab the carton of eggs out of the fridge and crack three into a bowl. I grab a skillet and the butter as Roofus watches me at the threshold of the kitchen. I turn on the stove setting the skillet down on the burner and put a dab of butter on it, and let it melt. I pick up the cheese from in the drawer knowing that if I didn’t get it now, my omelet would burn. I grab a fork and beat the eggs in the bowl, dropping a few pieces of shredded cheese into the mix. I walk over to the stove and dump the eggs into the skillet.
            I love to cook, now, there is a difference at being good at it and loving to do it. I'm very good at cooking things that I know by heart or someone tells me how, but I hate reading from recipes. Many time I'll cook and give what I can to charity, when I have a little extra. It's also why I didn’t mine cooking for the man last night even though I didn’t get to. I wouldn't have minded, still. Ugh! There he is again! I can't get him off of my mind.
            I flip my omelet and add some more cheese. As I let the cheese melt, I grab a plate. Noticing the time on the stove is eight in the morning, I have only an hour until I have to be at work. I place the plate beside the stove, checking to make sure the omelet was completely cooked, I place it on the plate. It's only a twenty minute walk so I have plenty of time to eat and do some chores I have to get done. Roofus comes over and lays down beside my chair at the table. He knows I'm about to eat, he also knows he won't get any if he begs.
       I grab another fork and sit down to eat. My phone, which sits in my bedroom untouched this morning, starts to ring. I sigh as I start to get up and grab it, the caller is unknown.
        "Hello?" I ask, unsure of who it could possibly be.
        "Is this Briella?" The voice was male, but still unrecognizable. He knows my name, he must know me?
         "Yes? Can I help you?" I ask unsure of what he might want.
         "Ah yes, I was just calling about the rent payment, its pass due." Oh, it's just about my bills.
         "Oh hi, yes I know, I'm sorry. I'm getting paid today, I'll have it for you then." Hopefully it won't be too much from my check, I still have to buy groceries.
         "Thank you ma'am. So you'll have it today then?" I sigh into the phone these people never stop.
           "Today or tomorrow." That way if I don’t have time to stop at the bank on my break, I could try tomorrow morning.
           "Okay thank you. Have a good day." He hangs up the phone without waiting for a reply. People like that? Who needs them?
            I sit back down at the table and start eating. On the back of my chair sits my purse, I turn around in my seat so that I can place my phone in it. After I eat three-fourths of my omelet, I give the remaining one-fourth to Roofus. He's like a personal garbage disposal. He doesn’t take his time eating it, he acts like he doesn’t always have a bowl of food around.
            It's about time for me to leave so that I make it on time for work. I stand grabbing my purse, I picked up the plate that Roofus just cleaned off and put it in the sink leaving it for when I get home around five. Roofus always gets put in my room when I leave for work. When he was a puppy he would chew things really bad so I would put him in a cage in my room whenever I left. Well now, my room is the only safe place from his chewing while I'm gone. He always knows when I grab my purse that he has to go in my bedroom, so as soon as I did he trotted off into my room. I check my purse for a pen and then my pockets knowing I need one for work. I walk back over to the kitchen table where my other pen from last night still sits from my time with that man.
          After grabbing my pen and putting it in the breast pocket of my uniform I pull my bedroom door shut, trapping Roofus in. Close to my front door I keep my shoes, even my ugly black work shoes. I slip them on so I can begin my twenty minute walk to work. Just as I was about to walk out I remember my coat. I grab it from the back of my couch where I placed it after laying with Roofus last night.
          The walk to work was very uneventful, unlike last night. Nobody seemed to be following me, no random ice cream trucks- nothing. I'm alright with this, if this is how it is going to be then so be it.
            Once at work, I walk past the seating area and head into the back kitchen. In the back corner of the kitchen is an adjacent hallway that leads into the office. Since there are only a few employees that work here, we just lay our stuff where-ever. When I enter the kitchen, I see that JR is the cook on staff today. He yells across the kitchen once he sees me, "Hey girl what are doing here?"
            He asks as if I'm not always working. I just smile and shake my head at him.    "Oh, you know, the norm." He laughed at my lame attempt of a joke. JR is an extremely bubbly person, he is always happy. I've never seen him anything but. He has a rebel flag bandana around his brow line, which is saying something in this part of town. While Jr is very bubbly he is straight up, he tells it how it is. His blonde shaggy hair is sweat ridden. His blue eyes cut into mine as he continues to laugh. Honestly, I find JR very attractive and his personality too. I walk into the back office and see that we got a new computer. On the screen of the computer is a note.