Silly Angelstories 3
It was good.
She almost couldn't believe it.
The fish she was currently consuming was actually good.
It was very cheap walleye pollock. It really wasn't a special kind of fish, but together with the vegetables and herbs, it was edible. More than that, even.
He excused himself for not having gotten something more special, but he had been in a hurry and all. All embarrassed smile and closed eyes.
It was an odd job, that one. When they had entered the flat, it had already smelled of herbs and potatoes and there was a general aroma of food in the air.
And they could eat in, like, five minutes.
He had given her water with the food.
Non-sparkly water.
And it had been the most refreshing thing.
She wanted to be angry about him being a cheapskate and not giving out wine, but she might have been annoyed about getting alcohol, too. Ad this water was actually tasty. It was a bit of a weird experience.
All the while, her host smiled and asked the most inoffensive questions one could think of. Talked about the recipe when asked, told her about the kitten next door, told her the plant in her window needed a little less water, it was drowning, he'd seen from the street, please be careful...
And generally was just... being pleasant.
Got her to smile a few times, otherwise listened attentively.
She told him she was a news reporter of the 'Gazette' and that she was compiling information for the newest article, told him the people were way too forgetful these days, even forgetting it when they saw an angel.
And he proved to be true to his very tired self and answered with: “Mh, need to eat more nuts... better for the memory. 'S true, though. At the supermarket, the one before me actually forgot their PIN... unfortunate, that. I mostly just forget where my keys are... or to go to bed at a proper time...”
… that much, she believed him.
“The key-thing really is a bit of a problem... whyever, we need three keys to get in the house, you'd think the keychain is big enough...”
He shrugged: “Mostly get stuck in the filling of my jacket. Fab rication errors, I believe,” he sounded a bit defeated. And yawned, holding a hand before pearly white teeth (seriously, it was a little unsettling)
Gabrielle raised her glass: “To key-hungry jackets,” it did happen to her as well...
“And eating more nuts,” he clinked against it and added: “Actually... how about it? I have some. And cooking for two is a little more satisfying. Sometime later?”
It had been tasty. Not having to deal with food did save some time...
“... if you desperately need a dinner-partner...” she grumbled a little. He still was a stranger.
“You'd really do me a favour,” he nodded. All sincere and wide-eyed. She wanted to rub the bridge of her nose, it was... a little embarrassing, but fine. Fine. He seemed really harmless.
“... alright then. Thusday?,” definitely not weekend. Get the message, dude!
“Sounds perfect!,” he looked altogether too happy again. And then looked at his watch: “Oh, and it's late. We both should sleep now. Right?,” he took away the empty plates and ushered her to the door.
“Good night! Please take a good night's sleep!.” and closed the door.
With a frown, Gabrielle stood there for a little while longer.
… this was the oddest flirting she had ever witnessed. Or was it even...?
Uh. Well. She was invited on Thursday. To nuts.
Her frown deepened. He was so innocent-looking, she wasn't even sure if this had been a horrible pun she had missed in the tumble of odd conversation.
WELL. Maybe she can figure out what he actually does with his life next time. It... somehow had not come up.
