What if I was nothing (Tommy Conlon fanfiction)

Part 3

"You're here alone?" he looked around.
"Yes," I said and nodded 'no'. "I mean no... I... They are in the kitchen, guys from work, from kitchen."
'Get yourself together!' voice in my head screamed.
Tommy looked behind me, he definitelly saw, that kitchen is already empty. Then he looked back at me and sat on a chair.
I nervously grabbed first and the closest thing. A pan with leftovers, that Mike, our chef left me for dinner. And I hid it under the bar and held it convulsively.
"We are closed, could you leave, please?" I said quietly without looking at him.
"You're alright?" he asked me.
What? If I am alright?
"Why do you ask?"
"You sure, there is no one in here?" Tommy looked around again.
"You! You are here and you shouldn't be here at all!" I started to shake.
"Calm down," he grinned and put down his cap. "You didn't watch TV, huh?"
"What?"
"TV, it's that thing over there," he pointed to the wall with his finger.
"I know what TV is, smartass," I murmured nervously.
"I go run everyday, in the morning and evening. While I run, I am listening to the radio and like two hours ago, somebody robbed local store, just two blocks from here and shot the owner. As I was passing by this place, I saw you through the door, you seemed pretty upset, like crying and I thought you had a blood on your head," he suddenly chuckled.

"What? This is my colour, why would you think there is a blood...?" I touched my head and felt some kind of a disgusting mass covering my hair.
"What the hell?" I grabbed one curl and saw coffee ground all around it.
"This is a nightmare," I moaned and to prove the universe, that I am the biggest loser of all, I rubbed my eyes and got coffee inside.
"Ouch!" I was blind, yes. As I said - loser.
"Wanna help?" I heard Tommy's voice, but when I tried to look at him, I saw everything blurry and my eyes were burning like hell.
"No, no, stay where you are!" I said and tried to find a sink.
I found a hand. "Come on, let me help you," he said softly.
"Is it better now?" he asked me, after I washed my eyes, face and hands and tears washed all the coffee grounds away.
"Yes, thank you," I whispered, my cheeks all pink, maybe red. No way I could hide my embarrassment.

"So, what are you doing here, so late, alone? You are trying to destroy this place?" he asked and looked at the pieces of a coffee machine lying on the floor.

"I am trying to clean it and get it together, but that damn thing refuses to cooperate," I said half desperate, half laughing.
He didn't say a word and helped me to build it back together. Then he helped me with the cleaning of two others machines. It was nice, we barely spoke, he said just like few words, sentences, most of the time he just nodded or shook his head.

"All done," I gave him a smile. "Thank you."

"Is that all you had to do here?" Tommy asked me.

"Yes, I can go now."

"Alright, how about I walk you home?"

"Oh no, I live at the other side of a city, I will take a bus," I started to play nervously with my hair and rolled my eyed, when I felt the coffee grounds on my hands again.

"Bus? In this hour?"

"Oh my god, it's 2 in the morning?"

"Come, let's go," Tommy said without waiting for my answer, he took few steps to the door and added, "you can take that pan, if it makes you feel safer."

It was the first time, I saw him smiling widely. His eyes, I could swear they sparkled. It was the moment when I realised, I am in trouble, because how on Earth could I resist that smile?