The Cute Hat Thief

V. Apologies

Walking over to my kitchen I poured him a glass of water, thinking that the least I could do was be somewhat hospitable towards the oaf in my home, even if they were unwelcomed.

"Okay.. so talk." I said as I put the glass on the side table next to the couch he was on. I took a seat across from him on the floor, since his long form took up all the room on the couch.

He must have felt uncomfortable with me sitting on the floor because he sat upright, slightly scooting to one side of the couch. I made no effort to go sit next to him.

Clearing his throat he began, looking anywhere but me- is he okay? "Alrighty, um well first I just *cough* wanted to say that your home is..." I stared at him, "nice," he finished uneasily.

"You're blushing." I said aloud, finding his discomfort funny.

My comment seemed to snap him back into his usual confident, arrogant self. He rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles, "Okay look, I don't ever say sorry to people for stuff I've done to them because well, I never feel apologetic."

I raised an eyebrow, stretching out my legs and crossing my ankles.

"-and I know we've gotten off on the wrong foot and I haven't been the nicest towards you. Even though you were the one who tackled me first, I realized that earlier wasn't cool." He went on, looking at me with a weird look on his face. Was he being sincere? He's seriously apologizing for dropping me into the fountain..? Eh, let's see where this goes...

I said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

"And so, here I am. I'm here to... apologize," He cringed a little at that last word, "for earlier."

I gave him a look.

He looked away, "and for yesterday."

Sighing I looked at my hands. I should just get this over with, this is probably the best I'm going to get from him. At least he made an effort, right?

It was silent for a bit. Giovan was looking at me, waiting for my response. I got up and went to the door, unlocking it. I looked at him, motioning him to leave.

His face fell, "Wait, aren't you going to say something?" He got up and cautiously walked towards me. His light eyes were wide, swimming with confusion and hopefulness. He looked like a puppy that was being denied a treat.

My eyes fell to his chest and I let out a small breath, "Apology accepted."

"I literally walked here at freaking 11PM and apologized just for you to- wait what?" His eyes bore into mine.

"Yeah, we're good now. So you can leave. I'm tired." I shrugged, hand on the door knob. Just as I was about to open the door, a clap of thunder resounded, so loud I felt it through my floorboards as I flinched.

Giovan peeked through the window, just as a flash lit up everything briefly. He looked at me, "I walked here. It's a literal storm out there."

"Okay and? Y-you can't stay here!" I stuttered out, not liking where this was going, "Just take my umbrella and give it back to me tomorrow." I went to search for said umbrella.

"Are you really going to make me walk home through all that?" He genuinely asked me, moving so I could look out the window.

The trees were bending at the force of the wind, rain down pouring. I could see leaves and debris whipping around, flashes of lightning letting me see the complete strength of the storm. We could hear the wind blow harshly against my window, howling eerily.

The streetlights even began flickering, then they just completely shut off. My lamp went out as well, casting us in a blanket of darkness, "How fun, the power's out."