Pleasantries

"Good morning."

He surprised her that day.

She grew suspicious.

"Good morning" was her reserved but polite reply. She wondered what he was trying to do to her.

"Could you please pass me the sugar, Emmy?" At that she almost jumped in her seat. Nonetheless, she passed him the bowl of white cubes.

"Do your sheets need cleaning?" She hardly noticed him standing by her doorway. Nonetheless, she placed them atop the laundry pile he held.

"Have a pleasant evening." His eyes met hers briefly before he turned to his corridor.

Still wary, she maintained to keep her guard up.