Knocking on the door, Melinda sighed. The one day the door was locked had to be the day she didn't bring her key. Waiting, she raised her hand and knocked again. Perhaps he was out? Then again, Mr. Rainey didn't seem to go anywhere. Or have anywhere to go. At least, not when she came by to clean. It was then she heard footsteps on the other side of the door. Picking her bag of cleaning gear back up, she was surprised when several minutes later the door finally opened. And there was Mr. Rainey, in all of his pathetically adorable glory. Tattered robe, wrinkled clothes and bed-hair. For some reason his glasses were never crooked.
"Oh." He stepped back to let her in.
"I'm sorry for that." She sighed, coming in and setting her things down.
"It's fine." He closed the door and started back towards the stairs.
"Would you like me to cook you anything, Mr. Rainey?" It was 11'oclock but who knew when the man had last eaten.
"No," he shook his head. "No, I'm fine." His stomach gave an unconvincing rumble, and he glared at it.
"It's quite alright Mr. Rainey, I'll have something for you quickly." Melinda headed straight for the kitchen, surprised all she heard in protest was a sigh. She had cooked him meals before and knew where everything was, but Lord knew the man could use with more groceries.
Putting a pan on the stove, she went to the fridge and opened it. She immediately closed it by the smell that greeted her nose. The list of things to clean suddenly became longer, so she moved to the pantry. Returning with an un-moldy loaf of bread, un-chilled eggs, ketchup and anything else she deemed necessary for scrambled eggs, Melinda set her things on the counter.
Whisking her egg mixture in a bowl, she started to poor it onto the pan. Taking a spatula, she began to stir the mix. She didn't want an omelet did she? Taking some bread she reached blindly for the toaster, mind on the eggs.
It wasn't there.
Surprised, she turned to look and see if she had simply miss-reached. No, it was gone. Turning off the stove, she moved around the kitchen, determined to find the wayward piece of cookery. It was gone. She did however find what looked like a charcoal covered fork in the sink. Shaking her head, she supposed he could do without toast.
"Here you go Mr. Rainey, I'm afraid with no toaster, I couldn't get toast!"
"This-this is fine." He took the warm plate and smiled at her.
It wasn't until she was halfway down the stairs did she realize just how frazzled his hair was, stopping, she heard him muttered around a mouth full of egg.
"Damn thing had it coming."
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A/N This was bouncing around in my skull for a few days.. I hope the beginning wasn't too boring.
