Tamora returned home much later, she had gone nowhere in particular but instead had driven aimlessly. She'd sped around with the wind whipping thorough the open windows until it felt like her anger had subsided. Now, as she dropped her jacket on the floor, she couldn't help feel a little guilty for yelling at the handyman this morning. None of this was his fault; none of what she was feeling had anything to do with him. She'd woken early after another nightmare, already angry at her fear, at the tears she unwillingly shed in her sleep, to find the fridge broken and had just snapped.
With a sigh she walked into the kitchen to clean up the mess she'd made this morning in her fit of anger. Surprisingly the kitchen was spotless. Tamora blinked a few times, trying to clear the image of the clean kitchen from her eyes like a mirage. The trashcan was put back and no longer overflowing, the sink was empty, and all the splatters of foodstuff were gone. Right in the middle of her fridge there was a note, with that cheerful scrawl there was no question who it was from.
Ma'am,
Your fridge is all fixed, it shouldn't give you any trouble. Let me know if anything else goes on the fritz.
Felix
The little guy not only came over after she'd practically screamed at him but had cleaned her kitchen too. Tamora shook her head in disbelief and opened the fridge, mainly out of habit since there would be nothing inside. The blonde was surprised again to find a partially stocked fridge. All the basic staples like milk, eggs, orange juice, and butter were neatly placed inside. She closed the door to the fridge and stood there with her hand on the handle for a minute before opening the door again. All the food was still there, sitting almost cheerfully where the handyman had placed it. Letting the fridge door swing shut, Calhoun grabbed the door of the freezer and steeled herself before hauling it open. Inside rested a few TV dinners and a pint of ice cream, even the ice cube tray was filled. Tamora stared at it all unbelieving for a few more moments.
"You've got to be freaking kidding me." She muttered, shutting the freezer. "What is this guy, some kind of saint or something? Nobody is this nice."
With a resigned sigh she opened the fridge to get a drink and as she was reaching for the juice she spied a casserole dish on the lower shelf she hadn't noticed. Pulling it out she found that it was a lasagna, with heating directions taped to the lid. At the bottom of the note the handyman had written:
Welcome to the building, hope your day gets better and things stop breaking on you. This building can be a little ornery sometimes, sorry about that!
Tamora had given up trying to understand this almost aggressive kindness he seemed to exhibit and put the lasagna into the oven at the required temperature. Leaning against the counter, she held the notes from Felix, absentmindedly running her fingers over the words he'd written. With sudden resolve she left her apartment and knocked on his door. While she was not the best at displaying gratitude, she wanted to make up for yelling at him this morning and invite him over to share the lasagna. After this shower of kindness she felt more than a little curious about the handyman.
Knocking a few more times, no one came to the door and Tamora figured he must have been out fixing something or saving kittens from trees, or whatever this personification of kindness did when he wasn't home. Returning to her apartment, Calhoun leaned against the kitchen counter as the lasagna bubbled away in the oven. For once she wasn't exactly sure how she felt, about the handyman and about everything.