Cupid 42

Chapter 3 - Dusty

"Here, that's my phone number so you can text me your address," He said. I stared at him weirdly. "Don't look at me like that. It's just so I could drop your clothes off. " 

As I thought of that moment, I realised that was a bad idea. 

'Giving a random person your address? You could've picked up the clothes yourself, you idiot! What does he think, that you don't have a washing machine? Wise up, you dumbass!"I screamed to myself as I rolled around in my bed, burying my face into my pillow, hoping that it would bury my idiocy as well. I glanced at the clock on the wall. 

12 :42

"I'll come at around 12 : 50 tomorrow during my lunch break." 

"Maybe I should wait outside for him," I sighed. "I forgot to give him my apartment number..." 

I pulled myself out of bed and slipped into my night gown. I dragged myself around the house, checking if there's any unnecessary mess that would make my apartment look like a garbage dump. 

"I'll just give him coffee as a thank you and then I'll send him off. Yep, that sounds right, doesn't it?" I whispered to myself. I put on my slippers and opened the door. The cold, pale light of the winter sun hit me, making me realise how dark it was in my apartment. I was about to go back inside to pull the curtains until I caught sight of the man from yesterday talking to my landlord. 

"Oh, my name is Von, by the way." 

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at me. I waved at him awkwardly, not knowing what to do at that moment. He finished his conversation with my landlord and he disappeared out of my sight as he climbed up the stairs to my floor. I leaned against the wall as I waited for him. 

"Hey, why were you talking to my landlord?" I asked as he came towards me. 

"Wow, not even a 'hello'?" He joked but I just blankly stared at him. "If you haven't realised, you forgot to give me your apartment number. Anyway here, good as new." 

He handed me a white plastic bag with a soft smile. As I held onto the bag, a long moment of silence came between us. He shuffled his feet nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. I was no better. I began to pick the skin around my fingers and my eyes kept wandering. Just as I peered into the white bag, my mind finally began to work again.

"Coffee...," I said in a whisper. My mind is doing a poor job, but it's working. 

"W-What?" He stuttered, looking surprised. 

"C-Coffee! Come in and have some coffee and something to eat,  since it's your lunch break...," I responded a bit more loudly. 

"Yeah....sounds good!" He laughed nervously and we both went inside. 

Oh god, what am I doing? Coffee? In MY house? I barely know the guy, what the actual hell am I doing?  Wait, isn't this how people get killed? 

Suddenly, I realised that Von wasn't behind me. I cautiously made my way towards the door, and there I saw him, standing in front of a small, wooden cabinet where I kept all my shoes. 

"Hey, Von, what's wrong?" I asked, hiding half my body behind the wall. He slid his finger across the surface of the wooden cabinet. 

"Your place...is dusty..."