You stare at the fish at the middle of the kitchen island. You had no idea how Peter got the fish but it had to end up at your apartment. His exact words were that you need a companion when he is not around.
"You lucky you look cute." You say at the fish as it just swam in circles inside the bowl. "I'm talking to a fish." You say shaking your head. Sighing you turn around to remove the tray of baked cookies in the oven.
You had several assignments to work on and needed cookies for your snack breaks. It was past midnight as you put the last batch of cookies into the oven. You put the freshly baked cookies into the jar as you munch on one yourself.
Loud knocks on the made you groan. "You got drunk? Again?" You ask at Peter who was struggling to stand still. "Maybe." He says letting himself inside your apartment and towards the kitchen.
"Can I pet the fish?" He says looking at the fish like a small child. "No. You just only keep looking at it." You say. "From a distance." You say again as you turn around to get him a glass of water.
"Drink." You say placing the glass of water in front of him. You watch him gulp down the water and ask for another. Giving him another glass of water, you sit down on the high chair and picking up a cookie only to be thrown out of your hand by Peter. "It's just a cookie!" You say looking annoyed at Peter. "It had stuff in it." He says. "It was chocolate chips!" You say. "I want a chocolate chip cookie!" Peter says with an excited expression.
"No. Go home Peter." You say.
