PRETTY CARETAKER?

Chapter 3

~Lily~

That night all I could think about was, Mr. Manhattan. As you might have noticed, I didn't have had lunch and by the time, I reached home, I was so tired that I skipped dinner. So, at three in the morning, I made myself a little something to eat. And by that little something, I mean a huge chocolate cake. So you can guess, how big of a fan was I, of chocolates and cakes. Let's not forget about cookies.

In the morning, I made breakfast for Sam and Crystal and some for me. Then I made their lunch and made a sandwich for myself. I packed this sandwich, and after waking Sam up, I bade him goodbye.

Heart beats fast,

Colors and promises.

How to be brave?

How can I love, when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone,

All of my doubts, suddenly goes away somehow.

One step closer.

....

As I sang the last notes of the song, I reached my destination. Walking through the grounds of Manhattan house, I let a smile grace my lips. The fragrant of the flowers, the wetness of the leaves, the slow winds, somehow makes this place so nicely close to my heart. Enjoying myself, I walk keeping my eyes closed, as to feel the wind. Sighing in joy, suddenly I bump into a wall. Falling down, I let out a moan in pain. And there, in his morning glory stood Mr. Manhattan. He is wearing a gray track suit, his black hairs all messy. He looked ravishing, I mean very handsome, indeed. Not ravishing, no, surely not. Yes, just handsome. Very handsome, so handsome, that I want to kiss him. No, not kiss him, befriend him.

Jeez, just what am I thinking?

"Are you going to take my hand or just stare at me, as I have grown another head?"

That deep voice pulls me out of my trance, I feel my cheeks heating. I take his pre-offered hand and stand up on my legs.

"I am sorry, Mr. Manhattan."

He simply nods and then asks, "Why are you early? It's just 7:30."

"I know, well, actually, I came early to make breakfast."

"You don't have to, I will hire a cook, today."

"It's not really a problem, sir. I love cooking and after all, it is part of my job to see that James and Rosaline eats."

"If you say so."

"Sir, um, what should I make for breakfast?"

"Anything would be good."

I nod, silently and continue walking. I don't know why but Mr. Manhattan makes me nervous. If you don't believe me, scroll upwards and read again. You will notice that I talk in a really awkward way to him. Mr. Manhattan, walks beside me, in all his glory. I look at his muscular body, he really does have the body of a god. It's no wonder that he is the most sought after man. His black hairs look so soft, that I want you touch them. He have a chiseled jaw and a pointy nose. His gray eyes, are what I call, eyes of wonder.

"Haven't someone told you that staring is rude?"

His deep voice, pulls me out of my trance, and I feel the heat crawling up my cheeks.

"I wasn't, I- I wasn't staring."

"And then you are lying."

"I am sorry."