∵ { ❦ } —- “Um, yeah I do…,” She responded, looking for the box of Velveeta they kept in the pantry. “Two people to be exact. They’re not here obviously but, I guess their presence is really that noticeable huh?”
Of course it was noticeable. Thank god it the mess they left wasn’t nearly as bad as the ones they usually left. Would it have killed them to at least try to clean up every once in a while though? Or they could at least try and hire an actual maid? They had the money to, they couldn’t lie to her about that.
Once again going through the pantry, she still wasn’t able to find the last box. She was sure it had to be there somewhere, lest low and behold someone got to it already. It would just be her luck as she then discovered a sticky note attached to the syrup bottle right behind the sauces. Linus’s writing, and frowny face as part of his signature. She then didn’t really need read what was on the note for she already knew what it was going to say. Memo to her later, she would maul him upon his return. After all those fancy nights out eating fancy food, today had to be the day he ate commoner food. Did he even know how to cook mac and cheese? She refused to believe that the pot resting in the sink was properly handled. Letting out a groan she crumpled the note in her hand and was ready to throw it away, when she barely caught the writing on the other side. Seriously who wrote on the opposite side of a sticky she had no clue, nevertheless she opened it again, read through it and her previous demeanor had changed. So he had eaten the mac and cheese, but left what little money they had to her to go order Chinese take out. An honest blessing at least. They would eat well tonight.
"Hey, actually—how does P.F Chang’s take out sound to you? Better than any mac and cheese I’d say. Are you okay with that?"
Obvious? Hardly. It had just been a guess, really. Break had no clue how she chose to live her life, so it was entirely possible she lived alone as well. That being said, he doubted someone like her could afford an apartment like this by themselves. A dingy apartment like his own was hard enough to pay for alone, much less for a girl like Clarise. Not that he was making assumptions about her at all, but...he was making assumptions.
On that note, however, seeing as she lived with someone else, were they going to come back? That seemed like a pain. And then they were going to make assumptions about this situation, and that was just awkward.
Perhaps he should have felt bad about making her make him dinner, but he didn't. Should he have offered to help? That would have been the polite thing to do, but he hardly cared about that sort of thing. She offered to feed him, so there was nothing wrong with lounging on her couch and playing with his phone. As long as she didn't take too long making something, it was all good. He was hungry, after all, and went through a lot of trouble for her. Basically, she owed him.
"Sure." Honestly, he didn't care either way. As long as he got food he was happy. "Aren't your roomies going to be annoyed by you bringing a man home with you though? Unless you do it all the time, I don't know." He shrugged. Then again, it still looked like someone has a date recently, so he wouldn't have been surprised.
