Coffee Girl

Mocha

Ruth Davidson~~~

My eyes screamed as I lifted the lids. Surprisingly it is still dark. Maybe I only slept an hour. I scan Caesar's room. It was mostly blank, it looked very industrial. Nothing was personalized. Everything looked brand new and straight off a catalog. There were no pictures, posters, or even evidence that he had a personality. I turned over in the bed, the other side of the room was just as bare, excluding a TV and some other technology. He wasn't on the couch, which is where he fell asleep. I looked towards the door, it was shut.

I looked around the room. No wheelchair. Fuck. Now I am just trapped in his room, in his bed... all alone. I can not find my phone for the life of me, so now I am reduced to playing games in my head until someone comes in and rescues me.

After about 20 minutes of me losing in my own game of tic tac toe, Caesar creeks the door open. He has his phone in his hand, focusing on whatever the bright screen is portraying. I watch as he flops lazily onto the couch, no thought to his actions. He continues to scroll.

"I am awake, ya know?" I say, trying to keep as much sarcasm out of my voice as possible. There is no need to be mean to the guy who saved me. His eyes shoot up towards me. No facial expression change.

"How long have you been awake?" He turns off his phone and sets it aside. Wow. Undivided attention.

"I don't know exactly but maybe like 20 minutes. I was playing myself in tic tac toe." Slight embarrassment occurred, but nothing that I haven't experienced before.

"Well, I was gone for about 10, so that seems a little unlikely. Why didn't you check your phone or something?" He points to the phone attached to a charging cable on the nightstand. How convenient.

"Well, I couldn't find it at the time... but that is not the point. Where were you? I couldn't find my wheelchair or anything!" My volume rose slightly, signaling my distress. He wipes is face with a stroke of his hand.

"You obviously didn't look that hard." He points right next to the bed, I can only see the handlebars, but it is evident it is my wheelchair. Then he raises an eyebrow. "Anything else you can't find that I can help you with? Your keys maybe? Any jewelry I should be keeping an eye out for?" He pauses and then smiles. "A boyfriend to your liking? I know those are probably hard to come by nowadays." He laughs at his own joke while I deadpan him.

"Are you done? Can you help me get up? I need to go downstairs to get coffee." He looks at me again.

"We have the Keurig up here? Why don't you just tell me what you want and I'll make it. You need to rest." He nods towards me. I shrug. I mean... anything to get a cute man slave.

"I just want the folgers k-cup with some of the vanilla creamer." He turns to exit. "Wait-" He turns around. "Can you take me to my room so I can in different pajamas..." Maybe I can just have a pajama day while my boy servant does all my bidding for me... this is a good plan.

"Here, let me just carry you, the chair is such a hassle." He walks over and picks me up effortlessly. I reach down and open the door, he walks us through it. He sets me on the wheeley computer chair in front of my clothes rack. "I'll go make the coffee, you stay here until I come and get you." I nod. He leaves and I use my uninjured leg to scooch over to my dresser. I open the second drawer, in it lays all my fuzzy pajama pants. I grab a pair that is black with little "Grouch" faces on it, along with a couple of trash cans sporadically placed throughout. I open up the third drawer and just grab an oversized grey t-shirt. I lift my tank top over my body with the use of one arm. I attempt to replace it with the t-shirt, but my injured arm won't bend correctly. I need help...

"Caesar?" I call out, trying not to make it sound urgent. With my good arm I cover my breasts and wait. He knocks and then walks in. He looks at me and then quickly averts his gaze. "I can't put this side of my shirt on. I need help." He nods, still looking away.

"You either need to wear a tank top or a button up shirt, your arm wont be able to get into anything else." I look back into my drawer. Nothing.

"Do you have a button up or something I can borrow?" He rubs the back of his neck.

"I can look. You stay here... I will be right back." He exits and then comes back with three articles of clothing. "I have this zip up hoodie, a flannel, or a white tank you can borrow." I keep my arm secured to my chest.

"I think I will take the tank and the hoodie."  Even though I could probably find my own.. but whatever. He sets them onto my lap, on top of my pajama pants. "Can you turn around so that I can try this again?" He does. I try to get the t-shirt off, but it gets stuck over my head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "Caesar?" I hear him hum in acknowledgement. "I'm stuck." How come this guy has seen me naked way more times than necessary? Like wtf? I close my eyes as I feel the fabric tug over my head and then slide off my arm. He grabs the tank and helps me in it as well. I feel him put one arm in the jacket and then pull it around to the other arm. He doesn't zip it.

"Do you want help with the pants?" No thanks. I would rather not expose myself to you one more time.

"Nope. We are going to abandon the pants." He nods and picks me up. He carries me back to his room, lays me on his bed and then hands me a cup of coffee. He then sits on the bed, grabs his own cup and grabs a remote. He turns on the TV.

"What do you want to watch?" Why do I have to choose?

"You can pick." He turns on a game system and then the red screen of Netflix appears. He turns on Scooby Doo. Damnnnnnn this boy has fine taste...

" I love me some scoobert doobert." He smiles and takes a sip of his cup. "Thanks for the coffee," I take a sip. "And the clothes." He just shrugs. Don't be a dick. "Ummm, what did you make?" I look in his cup, he has a dark creamy substance... some white things floating around.

"Hot Chocolate."

"Dope." I smile to myself. "To each their own." He sips, and then I sip.

Episodes of Scooby Doo go by, only interrupted by Caesar pausing twice to go make us more drinks. After a whole seasons, I fall back asleep.

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Sorry this sucked and that I went MIA for awhile.