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Breakfast At Tiffany's

Chapter 4

Anya, ice cream in hand and Kevin at her ankles, turned off all the downstairs lights in the downstairs area of her home before retiring to her bedroom on the second floor. After a rather awkward brunch earlier that day, she returned home to busy herself with the housework she had insisted on putting off. With everything now clean and all the laundry done, Anya felt she could finally relax and rest easy.

But this was among the many thoughts she humored herself with.

Anya had made it half way up the staircase before an abrupt knock came to her front door. Having half a mind to ignore it, it had to be no one in their right mind at such an hour anyway. But the loud thuds sounded through her home with little sign of stopping. With a sigh she descended the stairs once more, turning one of the lamps before going to see who it was knocking on her door like a mad man. Weither or not she was hallucinating, or just flat out exhausted and her mind had resulted to playing tricks on her, but she found a rather intoxicated Erwin Smith on her doorstep.

"Erwin?" She questioned, cautiously opening the door. "What are you doing here?"

No, a better question would've been how did he find her home.

"I… needed to talk to you." He said, his speech lucid. The man knew how to hold his liquor, much to her surprise.

"And this couldn't wait for the sun to come up? Or when you were sober?"

"I'm just fine, I assure you." He said. Erwin granted himself access into the woman's home despite her protests.

"Sure, come right the hell on in." Anya said, shutting the door behind him.

She arched a brow as she watched the man make himself at home, collapsing onto her couch and moving the decorative pillows aside before stretching out.

"Wasn't there something you had to tell me?" She asked, urging him to get to the point. As if she didn't get enough of him during the day.

But all was in vain.

Erwin had collapsed, falling into a drunken slumber shortly after. Anya rolled her eyes, murmuring curses, as she went about removing his shoes and jacket. His breath smelt heavily of beer, which she expected as much. It was a miracle he didn't hurt himself or someone else on his commute to her house. She fetched him a spare blanket before retreating to her bedroom for some much needed sleep.

Anya awoke the next day far later than usual, the events of the previous day nothing more but a distant memory. She rolled out of bed, Kevin rolling behind her, as she made her way downstairs to put on a pot of coffee.

Coffee, shower, breakfast-

"Good morning."

Erwin?

Her brows knitted together as she stared back at the man not sitting upright on her sofa. For once his hair was unkempt, his clothes disheveled from a long night's sleep on her couch.

"So that wasn't a nightmare…" She grumbled, more or less to herself as she continued her march towards to the kitchen. "I'm putting on some coffee, it'll be ready soon." She called.

She supposed she had to be a good host for the time being. Her grandmother would roll over in her grave if she didn't show some form of hospitality.

"Thanks." Erwin answered from the kitchen doorway.

"Don't mention it… ever." Anya said, glaring at him from over her shoulder. "Care to explain why you showed up at my house unannounced at a horrible hour of the night and drunk off your ass? You could've hurt yourself or someone else driving around like that."

Erwin seemed a bit bashful as he gave the back of his head a nonchalant scratch. "I am really sorry," He said.

"Uh huh," Nodded the woman. "Follow me, let's get you cleaned up boss man. Wouldn't want your fancy clothes to get messed up." She signaled for him to follow once she was done putting the coffee on, leading the way to one of the many shut downstairs doors. "My brother Blaine looks around your size, I'm sure he has something in here you can wear… at least until you go home."

Erwin watched as Anya dug one of the many dresser drawers in her brother's room, fishing out a worn pair of jeans and a simple black shirt.

"I'm sorry if it's not what you're used to, but it's all Blaine has." Said Anya as she passed the clothing to him.

"No, it's fine… thank you." He said, taking them with gratitude.

"Well there's a shower down here you can use, and afterwards I'll make breakfast."

"Or I can make it, it's the least I can do for your hospitality."

"There's no way in hell I'm letting you anywhere near my kitchen. Just go shower please." Anya said, pointing him into the direction of her spare bathroom.

With a sigh Anya herself went to shower, which was more or less her reflecting on her life and the sudden turns it was taking without her control. And when she returned from her own shower, she found that Erwin had finished before her and was ransacking through her refrigerator and cabinets.

"I thought I said not to go near my kitchen." Anya snapped, her brow giving an annoyed twitch.

A twitch Erwin found highly adorable… though he didn't voice this.

The man simply paused for a second to give her an unreadable expression, an unopened package of bacon in his hands, before going back to looking through her fridge. Erwin was able to find everything he needed, speaking of ingredients, before setting out on a search for Anya's cookware. Anya's brand new Martha Stewart pots and pans…

"I hope to god you're going clean all of this up," Anya said as he retrieved about five different pots and pans.

"Of course," Erwin smiled.

"And don't burn up my damn pans," She warned.

"Just who do you think you're dealing with here?" He asked smugly, arching a brow.

Anya just rolled her eyes as she watched him prepare what would be breakfast, attempting to recall the exact moment where she gave the man permission to do anything he was doing.

Stubborn bastard…

"I've been invited to this gala one of the town's magazines is holding on the behalf of the newspaper tomorrow evening, would you care to join me?" Erwin kept his back to her as he spoke, his hands working the various pots.

"…why are you inviting me? Why not someone that would actually look good as your date?" Anya asked, making a face. Parties, galas, and public outings such as that had never been her scene. Keeping a low profile was a must, hence why she kept her name and picture out of the newspaper as much as possible.

"I am, that's why I'm asking you."