The Cookie Concept (on Hold)

3) The Secret Ingredient is Poison

3) The Secret Ingredient is Poison

When I was younger I always loved the part at the end of the movie when there was a true love's kiss.

I always dreamed that if I ever was in a coma that I would wake up to a beautiful face staring back at me.

Times have changed and so have I.

As the beams of light shine through the gap in my curtain, I pull my doona further over my head in an attempt to hide from life, "I can feel you staring. It's very creepy."

My doona is rudely tugged down so that I find a set of brown eyes looking down at me. I have to lay on my hands to prevent them from reaching out to move a piece of hair away from his eyes.

"I'm not even going to ask how long you've been standing there because that's going to make me want to ask questions which I really don't need the answers to. But what I do want is sleep." I shove my head under my pillow to find darkness once again.

The bed dips slightly when I feel a hand on my shoulder "Come on, it's going to be a great day, well more like afternoon as it seems you've slept almost the entire day."

I restrain from hitting him in the face and instead choose to glare at him like a polite person would if they just woke up.

"For your information, I'm still dealing with jetlag so I was up till 3 am reading this morning until I fell asleep with my face planted in a book. I did eventually eat breakfast but I proceeded to go back to sleep."

Sam makes himself more comfortable on my bed but it doesn't last long as I see how late it is.

Rolling out of bed, I make my way towards my desk which is littered with papers that should have been sorted out months ago. "Oh is that the time? I need to get going I can't miss my first class," I say more to myself than the other person in my room who is still laying on my bed.

"Tonight?" He asks lifting himself up on his arms.

Sighing in frustration I explain that the only session they're running is at night time in the city.

This is met by a grim expression.

"How are you-"

"Train." I answer quickly,  "Which I need to get in half an hour plus I need to get there early to work out a problem they were having with enrolment."

I look at my phone which had mysteriously gone on silent. That's probably why I didn't wake up to an alarm

"I thought maybe we could catch up over a coffee maybe" I try to hide my smile as I watch the tips of his ears turn pink. "Or a hot chocolate or tea or a juice if you don't want something hot or dairy. Water would be fine-"

"Sam," my hand finds his own quickly and I give it a light squeeze, "I get it."

It feels a bit odd watching Sam get nervous. Sam never used to get flustered over these types of thing in the past. I guess some things must have changed.

I would love to get a beverage with you sometime in the near future but for now, I need to get ready to leave."

Turning around to a pile of clothes I had taken from my suitcase, I shuffle through the assorted apparel. "Did I wear this yesterday? I've got no clue.  They wouldn't be able to tell would they?" Trailing off I find a shirt and pair of jeans without food stains on it. This will do.

Pausing for a second remember that there is still a male humanoid in my room. How do you nicely tell someone to leave?

"I brought you some quiche," He says rummaging through his bag "I made it myself."