Orange

five

After a long search, I finally find my bag of goodies. I dropped it when I fell, it had managed to slide across the floor into the furthest corner possible. I open the bag with bated breath, and sign with relief when I find my pies in relatively good form. The smell that wafts out from my bag is so heavenly that I have to fight my inner pig and resist the urge to just shove the whole pie into my mouth. 

I slide down the cool metal wall into the corner of the elevator, and tuck my jacket underneath my buttocks to stop the cold from seeping into my bones. With trembling fingers I begin to unwrap the brown paper bag enclosing my pies and the smell is incredible.  My mouth begins to water as I take the small pocket of happiness into my hands and take a hearty bite. 

The pie is lukewarm, and a little smushed from when I dropped it but still enjoyable. The taste of pie overwhelms me and I am transported to my happy place. The only thing missing is tomato sauce, but pickers can't be choosers, as my father has always said. I chew silently for a while, relishing each bite. I no longer feel hungers desperate pangs which is a blessing in itself.

A soft grumble echoes through the elevator, startling me so much that I miss my mouth and the pie is smushed against my chin. The grumble sounds again, and it seems to be coming from orange's direction. For a split second my heart falters, is he growling at me??

No, of course not. He is just hungry. 

It is still pitch black in the elevator, so I cannot see him at all. Although, judging from the continuous grumbles coming from his direction I know that his stomach is currently in turmoil. I finish the last of my pie, and feel around in my bag for my second pie. His stomachs desperate pleas for food echo around us, and I feel a little bad. Should I give it to him? 

He turns on his phone, the sudden burst of bright light blinding me. His pretty face carefully arranged into a mask of ease and a touch of annoyance. But the soft growling of his stomach and the constant flick of his eyes down to the bag at me feet, I know he is very hungry. I take the second pie out from my bag, and his eyes immediately latch onto it. 

His face is so damn sad and pleading it breaks my heart. Any resolve I had within me erodes like sandstone when his big ol' puppy dog eyes peer up at me through jet black lashes. Damn him and his pretty face.

"Here." I sigh, edging towards him on my knees. 

He watches warily as I sit beside him, but his expression softens when he notices the brown paper bag in my hands. With an encouraging smile I hold the pie out towards him. He eyes it suspiciously, so without thinking I rip open the bag and take a small bite. He watches me closely with a confused expression, and I sigh in exasperation. With a roll of my eyes I shove the pie into his hands.

"Eat it. It is good." I over-exaggerate a chewing motion and rub my stomach like a moron, trying to get the message across. He seems to understand me because he takes a small bite.

His face curves into a big goofy smile of pleasure as he takes a massive bite. Within seconds he becomes an eating machine, munching away like his life depends on it. He is practically inhaling the pie, and I can't look away. I know the feeling. A good pie is one of the simplest but most underrated pleasures in life.

His phone turns off, and we are bathed in darkness once again. I want to preserve as much battery life as I can so I don't turn my spotlight on. He is too preoccupied with his pie, his hands full, so he doesn't turn his light on either. So we sit in complete darkness. I can hear him eating though which is a little gross. 

I begin to sing a song in my head, to try and drown out his chewing. It is so dark that I forget that I am not the only one in this elevator and begin to sing out aloud. I am not the worst singer, I can hold a note, but I am definitely not the best singer either. So when he turns on his phone and the light illuminates me midway through one of the high notes, I freak.

He is so startled by my squeal that the hand holding his pie jerks, and sauce is swiped across his chin. I can't help it, his expression is so precious, I burst into a fit of giggles. He watches me for a few moments, mouth opening slightly before curling into a beautiful smile. My heart aches just watching him, but also from the soundless laughter spewing from my lips. 

Once I finally get myself under control he is still watching me and he still has sauce on his chin. It is beginning to bug me, so without thinking I scoot towards him.  He looks up in surprise at my sudden movement as I take a napkin from my bag. I don't even think as I wipe the mince from his chin with gentle fingers.

He is staring right into my soul.

He has the prettiest eyes, two onyx orbs twinkling with mischief.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

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Hiya,

What is your favourite food? As you may have noticed I am partial to pies.

- B xx