Friday came around quickly which meant regrouping. Dr Handson met with his other colleagues to discuss progress. That meant all of the experiments got to meet up as well. There were Biscuit, Cinnamon, Meringue and Sugar with Dr Handson; Macaron, Eclair, Shortcake and Liquorice with Professor Kingsrod; Pepper, Milkshake and Salt with Mr James and finally Milk, Lime and Shortbread with Dr Gregorys.
They all took it in turns to house the get-togethers. Pretty much everyone there had a partner. The only people without one were Milkshake and Cinnamon. Cinnamon would never get with Milkshake since he was Meringue's brother and quite frankly she didn't like the sound of dating her friend's brother. So, while everyone caught up with there significant others, she usually sat in the kitchen raiding the fridge. Friday was everyone's cheat day. Cinnamon's go-to food was whipped cream straight from the can. After finishing a can or two to herself she would claim someone's room for her own and sleep.
Today's meeting was held at Dr Gregorys so there was a spare room she could use. She took the cream up with her because she didn't fancy having anyone coming into the kitchen and trying to strike up a conversation with while she moped. Dragging herself up the stairs, Cinnamon headed to the spare room at the end of the corridor. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn, which was the perfect setting for reading with the little ray of light coming from the hallway. She climbed into the bed and pulled out the book she had brought in her satchel. She must have been there for five minutes before she realised she wasn't alone. Rolling over, she saw the last person she wanted to see in a bedroom with her. She let out a scream and he looked at her in horror. He didn't even have a shirt on! Cinnamon tried to get out of the bed, got caught in the duvet and smacked her head on the corner of the bedside table.
"Oh, my word! Are you ok? I didn't mean to scare you! Wait... why are you in my room??" He ran to her and she pushed him off, grabbing her head.
"Why are you here! You're everywhere!!" Cinnamon screamed, holding back the tears of pain stingy her eyes.
"I live here, Cinnamon. I moved to this particular area last Saturday. I didn't get on with my old roommates."
"You're one of us.." She whispered in reply, "Explains a lot." She looked at the floor and re-adjusted her black crop top, wrapping her arms around her because all of a sudden she felt exposed. She felt like he was analysing her every move, scrutinizing every inch of her body, judging her every thought like he was in her head. "I'll leave... go back to what you were doing." She forced a smile and he placed a finger under her chin, lifting her head so she was looking at him. He brushed a thumb over the cut on her forehead and smiled, shaking his head.
"Let's sort that out." He grabbed her hand and led her down to the kitchen again and handed her an ice-pack, ordering her to sit on the bar stool. He grinned and sat across from her
At least he's put a shirt on now. I mean, he could look worse I guess. Could have a worse personality as well. Maybe I should give him a chance.
Cinnamon shook her head and sighed. Spice tilted his head in curiosity and she gave him an awkward half smile. Maybe this could work... maybe.
