Capture My Heart

Learning the ropes

The next day I returned to Mr. Thompson's home and got to work. I didn't really see the guy from yesterday. That was fine. I think Davis was just looking for any reason to get rid of me.  I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of it.

I busied myself preparing food for Mr. Thompson and cleaning up around the house. I collected the mail and sorted it like I was instructed.  Today went smoother than my first day.  Hopefully all week is like that.

Once I finished cleaning up after the last meal, I got my coat and pulled it on.

"Leaving?"  I turned around to see the guy from yesterday standing there.

"Yep. I figure if I hurry home I can make some dinner," I said simply.

"Why didn't you have dinner here," he asked a bit confused.

"Rule number 12.  Employees shall not consume any food by said employer.  I'm just trying to follow the rules so I don't lose this job."

"Why would you lose this job," he asked with concern.

"Because I'm not sure I'm doing a very good job but I'm doing my best and I really need the money for rent, utilities and food. Food is good."

"Well, I think you're doing a remarkable job," he smiled.

"Thank you. At least you do," I mumbled. I left and made the trek back to my apartment. Once I arrived home. I took off my coat and scrounged for some food. After finding whatever I could, I ate then took a hot bath. A good soak would do me well and help warm me up.

After I finished, I dried off and put on some comfy pjs. I settled into my bed and turned on the tv, falling asleep to some random program.

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The next day I returned and prepared food for Mr. Thompson. I really hopes what I decided to prepare for him.  I could never tell since, all I received was an empty tray in the hallway next to the door. I decided homemade waffles with fresh strawberries would work.

As I prepped the food, I heard a husky voice behind me, "waffles?"

I turned and smiled, "thought I would change it up a bit."

As I poured the batter into the waffle iron, I prepared the strawberries, "and fresh strawberries.  Nice touch."

"Thanks. I try."  I smiled.

"Well, I will let you get to it," he said as he turned to leave then stopped, "Sera?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing for lunch?"

"Oh.  Ah. I'm, not sure."

"Want to go out and grab a bite?"  He suggested.

"Oh, I don't know. I need to make sure Mr. Thompson has lunch then I got work to do around here," I said trying to avoid lunch.

"Okay, then dinner?  I mean, you probably will be hungry, right?"

"Uh."

"Sera, we can get a pizza. My treat," he said simply.

"Okay," I agreed.  He smiled and left the kitchen. What am I doing?  I don't even know this guy's name yet I just agreed to pizza?  Great.

All day long, I kept busy, trying to not to think about pizza with the other worker in the house.  This was so unprofessional on so many levels.

I waited until dinner was done to retrieve the tray then after cleaning up, I grabbed my coat. Maybe if I sneak out, he will have forgotten the silly idea of pizza.