Frost (discontinued)

Breakfast

          I woke up the next morning and began my routine. Up until breakfast that is.
          "Good morning miss Frost," Alex chirped, a grin plastered into his face.
          This action startled me, "goodness! I forgot you were here!"
He chuckled and strolled into the kitchen, "well, are you going to make breakfast, or do I have to do it?"
I sighed, "if you're only here to eat all of my food, I'll have to ask you to leave with your wound still healing."
"I was just joking with you. Don't take things so seriously."
I sighed again, "whatever, I see your wound isn't effecting you much."
"Hm?"
"You can walk without wincing. I haven't seen that before. Considering the event yesterday, you should be barley able to breathe without a sharp pain."
"Actually, it hurts like hell," he smiled, "I guess I can take it somehow."
"Okay then," I said, "I'll check it out later."
"Um...m'lady?"
"You can call me by my name. I'm not ninety years old"
"Fine then," he corrected himself, " Frost, why did you do that?"
"Be specific, boy."
"You know, why did you hide me from those men, or take care of my wound, or provide me a place to stay?"
"You're story tells that you were an innocent man running from thugs. What sane being wouldn't take you in?"
"Oh," he mumbled. He then returned to using a cheery tone, "also, I-uh- wasn't kidding about breakfast. I'm starving."
I laughed and began fulfilling the order. As, I was starving myself.
However, I couldn't help but remember, Alex was most definitely lying to me about why he was out here in the first place. I guessed that he just forgot that the answer he gave me wasn't the truth. That action told me that he wasn't used to fibbing. As, he couldn't even remember that he lied. That somehow made me trust him a little more.