The scent of bacon and eggs filled his nose, but what caused him to open his eyes...was the smell of coffee. He sat up and stretched for a while, then got out of bed to drag himself to the kitchen, contrary to popular belief, he hated mornings(who doesn't?).
She had her back to him, flipping bacon and spooning butter on top of eggs to cook the whites(thats how i do it when i'm making a sunny side up egg =P). "Morning," He said groggily. "Dobroye utro ( Good morning)”, she said, not even glancing behind her. He nodded and took that as a 'good morning', too lazy to even ask what the word meant.
He jumped two feet in the air when he heard the bread pop out of the the toaster, then slowly sat back down again, muttering, "Damn toaster...nearly gave me a heart attack..." He stopped his musings when she placed a large plate of eggs, bacon and orange segments in front of him, then another beside him. She buttered some toast and poured two cupfuls of coffee, adding milk and white sugar to hers. She walked over to him, put some toast in his plate, then the coffee beside his plate, did the same for herself and sat down beside him.
As she sat down, she closed her eyes. He watched her for a while, wondering what she was doing, until she opened her eyes and began eating, which he proceeded to do as well.
"Thank you for breakfast, Leena."
"Velcome." She mumbled, taking a sip of coffee.
"Wow, with this kinda treatment, you must have been good to your boyfriend!" He said laughing, but stopped as soon as he saw the look on her face.
She sat, a piece of toast mid-way to her mouth, her eyes widened. She lowered her arms into her lap and stared at them.
"Oh...I'm...I'm sorry, I forgot." He murmured, looking away in shame.
"So have I." She replied. She continued eating, her eyes glistening from unshed tears.
He opened his mouth to comfort her, but he closed it, then tried to change the subject, "So, you learned to speak English by watching television?"
“Da. I watch tv for….” She looked up at the sky like she was thinking, “Seven hours.”
He nearly choked on a piece of bacon, “You watched t.v. for SEVEN HOURS!?”
"Da." She simply replied, sipping coffee.
"What does that mean?"
"Vhat?" she looked at him now, her eyebrow raised.
"That word, 'da'." He turned to her as well.
"Oh, it means, 'yes'." She nodded to show him what she meant.
"Oh, okay" He smile and went back to eating.
"Oh, btw, there are some clothes in the bag by your bed, and...other things...Do you know how to use a washing machine?" he asked.
"Net...no." She replied.
"Well, I'm going to show you, then you can do your own laundry when I'm not here, I know you don't want me to see your...stuff." He said.
She blushed and looked away. "Okay. After breakfast."
He nodded and they ate in silence. They finished and as she washed all the dishes, he got all his laundry as well as hers, laundry detergent, bleach and dryer sheets, well dressed in work clothes.
"Come on," he shouted over his shoulder. "I'll show you." He said, dropping a pair of black uggs in front of the door.
She placed the plates in the dryer and ran to the door, stopping short. She looked down at the shoes, then up at him. "Put them on, with your socks on. It's cold down there." He said, a smile on his face.
She smiled and slipped her feet into the warm shoes. He locked the door behind her, then made his way downstairs, Leena following closely.
He opened a door to a basement, lined with washing machines and dryers.
"So, all colours, all dark clothes and all white should be washed separately. So I'm going to do all the colours first." He said as he put all the coloured clothing together, the put them in a washing machine. "Since it was a big load, add 2 cup fulls of this detergent, like this." He demonstrated by pouring some detergent in a cap, then pouring it into the machine.
"Then adjust the load, based on the size. This is a lot of clothes, so we would turn the dial to 'large', and since its coloured clothes, use warm water. Dark colours use cold water, and whites use warm or hot water. For white, add a little bleach, to keep them bright."
She nodded, taking everything he said into her memory.
He closed the machine, and pushed the button, listening to the water filling up. He put the basket of clothes on top of the machine and walked over to a dryer. He opened it and took a dryer sheet of the box on top of the clothes, "When those are done, put this sheet in the dryer, then the clothes. Turn this dial to 'large' because it's a large load. Close the dryer, and push the button to start it." She nodded again. He put the sheet on top of the clothes and turned to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
She blushed and looked at his hand on her person, then looked at him, "I'm going to work now Leena. There's chinese in the fridge from last night, you can warm it up in the microwave then eat that if you get hungry." She nodded dumbly, her face hot.
He nodded and walked up the stairs, leaving her in the basement by herself. She stared at his back, watching him go up the stairs, the blush slowly fading.
He opened the door to his apartment, grabbed his bag and key and made his way back to the basement.
She stood watching the close being worked in a counter-clockwise motion. "Hey," he said, startling her out of her thoughts, "Here's the key to the apartment, when you're done, you can go back up." She nodded and took the key. She looked around for somewhere to put it, then bent down and put it in her shoe.
He chuckled and adjusted his tie, "See you."
She turned back to the washing machine, watching the suds swirl.
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He arrived at work, early as ever and opened all the locks and codes. He watched as the regularly scheduled janitor came in to wipe the floors and the desks clean. He organized some files, and messages, all the while wondering how Leena was doing with the laundry.
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She took great care in everything she did, following James' instructions to the tee and she took the last of the whites out and put them in the basket. She closed the dryer and trudged up the stairs, stopping to close the basement door behind her. As she made her way to the apartment, she was stopped by two familiar men who met her half-way up the stairs.
"Uhhh, good morning miss." One said.
"Dobroye utro ( Good morning)”, she said, a little cautious.
"My name is Detective Jones and this is my partner Detective Stephens. We spoke to you at the hospital, remember?"
She thought for a while, racking her small memory for their face, "Oh! Da! Yes, I remember you! Come, come inside!" she said excited, they were detectives, maybe they had found out her identity. She rushed to the apartment door, basket in hand, and reached down to her shoe, retrieving the key and unlocked the door quickly.
She opened it and the detectives strolled in casually as she placed the basket on the bed, ran to the kitchen and turned around, "Vould you both like something to drink?"
"Some coffee would be nice, it's freezing out there." Det. Jones replied.
She nodded and retrieved two mugs, walked over to the coffee pot and poured them two hot cups. She walked over to them, handing them the mugs and turned around, walked back to the cupboard to get cream and sugar. She fetched them and placed them on the coffee table, along with two tea spoons.
She sat in the chair in front of them, hands folding in front of her and eagerly awaited the words that would hopefully bring her some relief.
"So, " Jones began, "We...we still haven't found out who you are yet."
She sighed, her shoulders slumped, but she still stared at him.
"The hairs we found on your suit belongs to a George Lewis, and Nicholas Murray, two convicts released on probation. Now, with you having amnesia, and the hair of these criminals found on your body, we think it goes much deeper than this."
She was interested now, "How deep?"
"We don't know. But the last known place these boys were seen was at the Canadian/American Border. Which seems suspicious, that would be violating their probation. Then it hit us, they were running. Running from what? We don't know, be we've contacted the Canadian government and police to hand them over as soon as they're located." said Det. Stephens.
"Alright, at least it is progress." She nodded.
"You learned English fast." Det. Jones said happily, trying to change the mood.
"Yes, I vatch alot of television." A small smile graced her face.
"Wow, t.v. actually has a valid use." Stephens said, chuckling.
They all laughed, while the Detectives rose from the couch. "Well, that's all we've got for now Miss.."
"Leena. James has named me Leena." She replied.
"That's a nice name." Jones said with a smile.
She nodded and followed them as they made their way to the door, "Has James been treating you well, Leena?" Stephens asked.
"Das, very well. I am comfortable." She replied.
"Good." The detectives mumbled. "We'll be back if we have any updates, or to check on you." Jones added.
"Das, I will be waiting." She said.
They nodded and left, as she closed the door behind them. She walked over to the clothes and began folding, hoping that they would find out who she is as soon as possible.
Chap 12 Spoiler- The princess is dead?!
"Oh, btw, there are some clothes in the bag by your bed, and...other things...Do you know how to use a washing machine?" he asked.
"Net...no." She replied.
"Well, I'm going to show you, then you can do your own laundry when I'm not here, I know you don't want me to see your...stuff." He said.
She blushed and looked away. "Okay. After breakfast."
He nodded and they ate in silence. They finished and as she washed all the dishes, he got all his laundry as well as hers, laundry detergent, bleach and dryer sheets, well dressed in work clothes.
"Come on," he shouted over his shoulder. "I'll show you." He said, dropping a pair of black uggs in front of the door.
She placed the plates in the dryer and ran to the door, stopping short. She looked down at the shoes, then up at him. "Put them on, with your socks on. It's cold down there." He said, a smile on his face.
She smiled and slipped her feet into the warm shoes. He locked the door behind her, then made his way downstairs, Leena following closely.
He opened a door to a basement, lined with washing machines and dryers.
"So, all colours, all dark clothes and all white should be washed separately. So I'm going to do all the colours first." He said as he put all the coloured clothing together, the put them in a washing machine. "Since it was a big load, add 2 cup fulls of this detergent, like this." He demonstrated by pouring some detergent in a cap, then pouring it into the machine.
"Then adjust the load, based on the size. This is a lot of clothes, so we would turn the dial to 'large', and since its coloured clothes, use warm water. Dark colours use cold water, and whites use warm or hot water. For white, add a little bleach, to keep them bright."
She nodded, taking everything he said into her memory.
He closed the machine, and pushed the button, listening to the water filling up. He put the basket of clothes on top of the machine and walked over to a dryer. He opened it and took a dryer sheet of the box on top of the clothes, "When those are done, put this sheet in the dryer, then the clothes. Turn this dial to 'large' because it's a large load. Close the dryer, and push the button to start it." She nodded again. He put the sheet on top of the clothes and turned to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
She blushed and looked at his hand on her person, then looked at him, "I'm going to work now Leena. There's chinese in the fridge from last night, you can warm it up in the microwave then eat that if you get hungry." She nodded dumbly, her face hot.
He nodded and walked up the stairs, leaving her in the basement by herself. She stared at his back, watching him go up the stairs, the blush slowly fading.
He opened the door to his apartment, grabbed his bag and key and made his way back to the basement.
She stood watching the close being worked in a counter-clockwise motion. "Hey," he said, startling her out of her thoughts, "Here's the key to the apartment, when you're done, you can go back up." She nodded and took the key. She looked around for somewhere to put it, then bent down and put it in her shoe.
He chuckled and adjusted his tie, "See you."
She turned back to the washing machine, watching the suds swirl.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He arrived at work, early as ever and opened all the locks and codes. He watched as the regularly scheduled janitor came in to wipe the floors and the desks clean. He organized some files, and messages, all the while wondering how Leena was doing with the laundry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She took great care in everything she did, following James' instructions to the tee and she took the last of the whites out and put them in the basket. She closed the dryer and trudged up the stairs, stopping to close the basement door behind her. As she made her way to the apartment, she was stopped by two familiar men who met her half-way up the stairs.
"Uhhh, good morning miss." One said.
"Dobroye utro ( Good morning)”, she said, a little cautious.
"My name is Detective Jones and this is my partner Detective Stephens. We spoke to you at the hospital, remember?"
She thought for a while, racking her small memory for their face, "Oh! Da! Yes, I remember you! Come, come inside!" she said excited, they were detectives, maybe they had found out her identity. She rushed to the apartment door, basket in hand, and reached down to her shoe, retrieving the key and unlocked the door quickly.
She opened it and the detectives strolled in casually as she placed the basket on the bed, ran to the kitchen and turned around, "Vould you both like something to drink?"
"Some coffee would be nice, it's freezing out there." Det. Jones replied.
She nodded and retrieved two mugs, walked over to the coffee pot and poured them two hot cups. She walked over to them, handing them the mugs and turned around, walked back to the cupboard to get cream and sugar. She fetched them and placed them on the coffee table, along with two tea spoons.
She sat in the chair in front of them, hands folding in front of her and eagerly awaited the words that would hopefully bring her some relief.
"So, " Jones began, "We...we still haven't found out who you are yet."
She sighed, her shoulders slumped, but she still stared at him.
"The hairs we found on your suit belongs to a George Lewis, and Nicholas Murray, two convicts released on probation. Now, with you having amnesia, and the hair of these criminals found on your body, we think it goes much deeper than this."
She was interested now, "How deep?"
"We don't know. But the last known place these boys were seen was at the Canadian/American Border. Which seems suspicious, that would be violating their probation. Then it hit us, they were running. Running from what? We don't know, be we've contacted the Canadian government and police to hand them over as soon as they're located." said Det. Stephens.
"Alright, at least it is progress." She nodded.
"You learned English fast." Det. Jones said happily, trying to change the mood.
"Yes, I vatch alot of television." A small smile graced her face.
"Wow, t.v. actually has a valid use." Stephens said, chuckling.
They all laughed, while the Detectives rose from the couch. "Well, that's all we've got for now Miss.."
"Leena. James has named me Leena." She replied.
"That's a nice name." Jones said with a smile.
She nodded and followed them as they made their way to the door, "Has James been treating you well, Leena?" Stephens asked.
"Das, very well. I am comfortable." She replied.
"Good." The detectives mumbled. "We'll be back if we have any updates, or to check on you." Jones added.
"Das, I will be waiting." She said.
They nodded and left, as she closed the door behind them. She walked over to the clothes and began folding, hoping that they would find out who she is as soon as possible.
Chap 12 Spoiler- The princess is dead?!
:D I like more please :3
ReplyDeletethat damn toaster lol
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