i hope u dont mind...... but i fear i was cooking.....
"how was your morning?" shoei asks, sucking a bit of greek yogurt off his thumb as he closes the container and places it back in the fridge. he's freshly showered, in the simple clothes he wears to and from practice. tshirt and wide legged trousers.
"it was okay. i was just a little sad. but i'm feeling better now," you say, watching him. it's time for his post-practice snack to tide him over until dinner. everyday when he gets home he has greek yogurt and granola and frozen blueberries and a banana and peanut butter. he never tires of it, and never seems to have to force it down his throat. he always makes you an apple and peanut butter that you only take a few bites of.
"what do you mean by 'a little sad'?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
you shrug. "just had a morning where i felt like everyone hated me." with your admittance, you stab your fingernail into the flesh of the apple slice, leaving a crescent mark in it. "but mercury is in retrograde and i just needed to take a shower."
"what kind of shower did you take?" shoei asks as he adds a spoonful of warm peanut butter to his bowl.
"a normal one," you say. "i shaved."
he nods, adding the blueberries and then cutting the banana, slicing through it upright in his hand. the knife softly meets his thumb with every pass.
"why didn't you text me or call me?" shoei asks. it's not that you didn't text shoei throughout the day-- you text him every hour to ninety minutes with what you're doing, and today had been busy enough that you hadn't mentioned the shower but had sent multiple pictures of you reading your book.
"you were working," you say.
"i would have answered," he replies. as he mixes his snack up, his spoon clicks and clatters against the edges of his artisanal, hand-crafted, locally made bowl.
"i pulled myself together. i cried a little bit and then got up and got in the shower immediately."
he's quiet for a moment, looking at his food. you did that all by yourself? maybe he should start waking you up before he goes, get you a head start on the day, but no, no, he wakes up too early. "did you take your meds? you didn't send me a picture."
"i did... i just needed some phone-free time today... i think i spent too long on instagram last night..." you take a deep breath and dip your apple in the peanut butter. you hold it for a few moments before taking a bite from it.
"okay," shoei says, trusting you. he doesn't pose his next question until you've eaten your apple slice. "how's your book?"
"so fucking bad," you admit. "i hate it. i'm going to finish it though, just to check it off."
