Snack at Three
First time writing a drabble type thing and boy, it's short, so short that it bothers me somewhat. Oo...any case, enjoy, RR!
She bakes cookies, who knew. Takes them to work wrapped in cute plastic paraphernalia, even with the little ribbon ties. Five a day, thirty five a week, one fifty a month give or take a few. She never eats lunch. Just a snack at three, perennial habit of living alone, technically with a dog, that and negligence. Five cookies, everyday at three, the usual spot is a courtyard bench in the corner. She doesn't know why she does it, why all the decorations, dressing up for no one to see. Liar, she knows why and she knows who.
Most unexpected that he showed up at her courtyard bench one afternoon and sat next to her. Quiet, as if just to keep her company, her silent guardian. His presence was a sudden warmth that had her breathless. Blushing furiously, she offered him the cookies, ribbon and all. He, in all honesty, was a bit surprised by this offering, blinked several times, gloved hands holding the package. Before he met her gaze, she turned away, trying to hide her obvious emotions, legs crossed, hands gripping the bench. She felt so silly and giddy, a high school crush sitting across a classroom.
His gloved hand pressed down on hers, she could feel the tickle of his breath against her ear as he leaned in and whispered, like a ghost drifting in the wind, "Thank you."