Laytontober 2019 - 02: Tea time
Marina Wordsworth POV
The forthcoming hours through formulas, scribbles and mistakes are the cause of my further permanence under those warm covers for ten minutes (I guess), other than the bus loss.
After losing the hope in using a more handy vehicle, I've walked all the mile long that separates me from Triton's home. I still don't understand why he chose to help me. Sure, nothing changes the fact that miss Oswalds is an old harpy obsessed by tests, but nothing obligated him to offer, rather nothing prevent him to ignore my requests of help.
Yet, here I am, in front of his house, apartment 2. I eye the wristwatch: nine and forty-seven, the long hand go south. Later than this... I've almost not enough courage to knock, but I can't cancel on him when he's sacrificing his weekend for me. I inhale, and knock three times.
A light "Coming" penetrate the door. Yes, that's really him, but he doesn't seem upset...
The handle rotates, revealing a kid with independent hair and a blue and long night-gown with a teddy bear's face on the shirt, surely not suitable to a stranger's eyes. It's really off-putting, I just can't believe it.
"Sorry, but you know, I woke up laye, eheh." And no, I wasn't the one saying those words. Despite that, he doesn't look embarrassed.
A pleasant hiccup starts after the funny coincidence and my foolish worry, becoming a free laughter. He follows suit.
"Well, I was about to say that! Hahaha!"
After the onomatopoeic chat, I find myself on the table, wanting to keep him company during breakfast; the fragrant golden water and the crisp to the eye cookies stimulate my appetite that gurgle, having forgotten the fasting.
A saucer decorated with soft colors keeps the cup in front of me, while the plate with the cookies comes closer. Luke looks at me confused by my hesitation.
"Come on, eat. After all, a brain works better with a full stomach." the says to me, followed by an elegant sip.
I envelope barbarically the cup, still boiling, I blow a bit on the top and drink from the golden spring.
I'm surely ignorant about tea culture, but there no need of a genius to realise that this goodness is tasty.
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