different since I know I'm going to be checking up on her security and she'll be spending most of the day with me. I just hope there isn't any weirdness and we can move on. I really like her and I would like to be friends even if nothing else comes from it.
Trying not to wake her, I slowly slide out of bed. I quietly move around the room to grab some clothes and leave the room before we end up with a repeat. She's wrapped up in my sheets and I'm fully aware of just how naked she is under there.
Normally I'd be at the gym by now, but I choose to make breakfast instead. Omelets are an easy decision and it isn't long and they’re ready. I walk back to look at her through the doorway and see that she's still out of it.
It'll be interesting to see how she handles me bringing her breakfast in bed, but I see no other choice. With a plate in each hand, I sit on the edge of the bed and try to get her attention.
"Would you like some breakfast?" She finally moves and begins to frantically calm her hair and cover herself. She looks confused and leery of the plate as I put it near her on the bed. Sitting cross-legged , I begin to eat my omelet.
"You brought me breakfast in bed?"
"Yeah. Garden omelet."
"No one has ever brought me breakfast in bed before."
"Now they have."
She sits up against the headboard, covers herself with the sheet, and starts to eat the omelet.
"Do you do this often?"
"No. It's a first for me, too."
We eat in silence and it's not the slightest bit awkward. I'm surprised at how easy it is for us.
"We have an hour before we have to meet them at your house to have the windows replaced. The security system can't go in until they're all in, so I'm not sure if it'll all be done today."
"Thanks for doing that for me. How much will I owe you?"
"Hey. It's what I do. Everything will be covered."
"I can't let you do that."
"I want to get you the best security possible, so I'm taking care of it." Her face doesn't look happy, but she lets it go. I'm sure it wont be the last I hear of it.
"Have you thought anymore about what they could've been after?"
"I couldn't sleep last night thinking about it. I have no idea what they were after, but it has me creeped out thinking they may come back. I hope this works."
"I won’t leave you there unless your house is one hundred percent safe. You have my word."
"Thanks. That means a lot to me. This is something my brother would have taken care of." The sadness that she shows when she talks about him returns quickly, and again I'm left with nothing to say that will make her feel better about the loss of her brother. I can only do what I would think he would appreciate and take care of this for her.
We manage to make it to her house just as the construction workers do. She decides to go into work and I stay to make sure the house is taken care of properly. Luckily, the windows are the standard size and it isn't an issue getting enough of them. Talking to the supervisor, I find out that it will take all day to finish the installation work. I make arrangements for the system to be installed tomorrow on my way to the bar.
I need to check out everything there before tomorrow.
She's behind the bar when I walk in. Sitting at the bar, I watch her make drinks like a pro, shaking everything I had my mouth on last night in the process. I listen to her interact with everyone like she's their best friend from way back in the day. Men and women are eating the attention up.
She finally makes it over to where I'm sitting and hands me an ice cold beer."
"How did it go?"
"It looks like it'll be tomorrow before it can all be finished."
"Are the windows at least installed so I can stay there?"
"Yes, they're installed, but you can't stay there until tomorrow night." She doesn't argue and walks away to take care of another customer.
She returns with a firm look on her face.