Creative Writing Prompt #673 - Everything was covered in snow except for a perfect circle right in the middle of the yard.
Alys woke up to a strange thud. It was not a necessarily uncommon occurrence. Indeed, peculiar noises at odd hours were a symptom of living with three other college-aged roommates.
These noises, however, did not typically originate from the wall which overlooked the street. With a world-weary sigh and promises for some much-needed coffee immediately following her investigation Alys withdrew from her bed and to the nearest window.
Just shy of smacking her head against the fogged glass, she peered sleepily into their building’s mediocre attempt at a front yard. Her sleep was all but forgotten, however, as she took in the snow white visage before her.
Everything was covered in snow...except for a perfect circle right in the middle of the yard. Her brow rose in speculation, already running through her list of possible suspects when a ball of snow splattered across her window in a rather abrupt manner.
She jerked her head back and had to refrain from truly thunking her head against the glass on the rebound. Peering more carefully through the window now, she noticed a bundled figure standing just shy of the front porch, its awning partially obscuring the figure.
None other than Charlie. Of course.
Rolling her eyes as she shifts the lock on either side of the window and shoves it up, Alys leans out while propping her cheek on her hand.
“I was asleep, I’ll have you know.”
“It’s a good thing I’m here, then, isn’t it?” He grins, despite his rather evident shivering, “W-why would anyone want to w-waste such a brilliant day?”
Shaking her head she rightens quickly, muttering to herself about the ridiculous of certain someones. Carefully she shuts the window sill as Charlie calls back up to her, somewhat startled by her hasty retreat.
Giving herself a quick once over Alys straightens out her tank top before deeming her appearance amenable to male company. Tramping down the stairs she realized as her feet hit the hardwood she really could use a pair of socks.
Opening the door with a reprimanding look Alys steps aside and offers him entrance, “C’mon. Before you catch your death.” He grins, shuffling inside. She shuts the door behind him.
“’Preciate it, Ally.” He grabs his coat and shakes it out, sending little flurries of slush scattering around the front door. She whines as they bounce across herself as easily as they do the floor, shoving him toward the kitchen.
“What are you doing here, Charlie?” She inquires, although she’s become rather used to his wholesome remarks as of late. Not for his sister, oh no. Life would never prove so amiable.
“Why, to spend the first snowfall with my most dearest, of course!” He rings out, confirming her suspicions. She fails to understand his amusement with this game of his. Wonders when he might finally abandon his folly.
“Coffee.” She mutters. If this is what her morning has turned into, she’ll need the assistance.
In this, it seems, he can be made useful. He pulls out a seat at their battered kitchen table, urging her to sit, as he begins to putter around in preparation for her morning brew. He begins by chucking the old grounds, replacing the filter and adding her typical coffee bean. She hums her thanks when the scent of brewing coffee seeps throughout the small kitchenette.
“My pleasure.” His purr - and it is most certainly a purr - is enough to snag her attention. He catches her with his charming grin; the gentle tilt of a head, the seeming sparkle in his eye, the slight twist of lips.
She breaks away from the sight. It’s too early.
