The Masked Truth

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

A beautiful large painting of the sunset catches my eye. Instead of following Nathan through the maze of his house, I stop to admit the beautiful use of colour and technique used to capture the fluffy clouds drifting around the oranging sun.

"Do you ever get lost in here?" I ask.

"Yes, and confused." The way Nathan answers the question makes me double take his answer. He's not internally lost, but sounds like he struggles to fit into the world and where he should be with others.

"I never know where I need to be, and I hate leaving things behind in another state, that's horrific," he explains.

"I'm sure it is," I agree. I remember the time I accidently left my song book back at home before I left for my place in New York and it too weeks to get my parcel. I honestly feel like it would have been quicker for me to go back and get it myself. Ava was furious with me and the post people.

"Hungry for breakfast?" He cocks an eyebrow up.

"Starved, really." I lightly chuckle.

Nathan and I arrive inside the kitchen and he immediately starts hunting through the fridge to find something to cook. I expect him to pull out the ingredients for pancakes, but I'm surprised to find eggs and bacon. It's a nice change from having pancakes all the time. However, I could easily have pancakes as a side meal every day, especially if they come with Nathan.

"Eggs and bacon okay?" he asks.

"Perfect." I nod my head.

"Would you like an omelette?"

"Even better." I smile.

Nathan hands me a cartoon of eggs, bacon, a mushroom bag and a red capsicum. I place these on the bench while he retrieves the salt and pepper, chopping board, knife and a jug to stir the eggs in.

I take the initiative to start chopping the mushroom up. I straighten the chopping board and empty the packet of washed mushrooms onto the board.

"How do you want them cut?" I ask.

"Like this." Nathan's body very softly presses again my back. His arms circle around me and his hands over lap mine. He softly moves my hands and starts chopping the mushroom into small cubes.

"Okay." He let's go of my hands and swiftly moves to crack a few eggs into the jug. I hope up a couple more mushrooms before scooping them up and adding them into the jug.

"Now the capsicum." Just like before, he places his body behind mine and grabs my hands to direct how he wants me to chop it up. I'm almost sad when he steps away to muck around with the stove top.

Once I've chopped it up, I add it to the mix and stir it around. Nathan is already in front of the stove with the bacon sizzling away in the pan. I walk over and hand him the jug. He swiftly takes it from my hands with a smile on his face. He pour the content of the container into the pan and hands me the spatula.

"Watch the food?" I stand in front of both pans with an intense gaze on them.

Nathan appears behind, again, guiding my hand with the spatula to shuffle the bacon around. When he steps back, I shive slightly.

When the food is cooked, Nathan dishes it up evenly on two different places. He turns off the electric stove while I quickly put the dirty utensils into the sink to be washed later. Nathan carries the dishes and cutlery while I follow after him with two tall glasses of fresh orange juice.