The alarm blared again this morning and Elsa rose groggily from the bed. The moment she woke up, she recalled every nightmare-ish memories from the night before. Did she believe that she would able sleep in the same building with a student in a billion years? Never in her lifetime. It probably explained why she kept tossing on the mattress throughout the night. It probably explained why she felt like a zombie this morning.
She feared seeing him the moment she opened the washroom. She really didn't want that. That would be the worst start of the day... but she still had to go to work today which meant she had to step out of the room.
When she did come out of her room, she was surprised not to see Jack. Somehow she imagined him to be grumbling around the living room in a pair of boxers or something... Pause. What the heck was she thinking about now? This clearly was insanity.
Maybe it was the fact that she had never lived with any males in her life that got her so on edge... Yes. That had to be it. After all, she was an only child and her father was gone before she was even born. And there was also the hidden fact that she had never dated a boy, but nobody had to know that. That was her little secret to hold onto.
Nevertheless it was very strange not to have a student wake up earlier than the teacher. Jack should be getting ready to school. So she went to go knock on his bedroom door, then halted, and remember him clearly state: don't come into my room or go anywhere near my room.
Was she mentally prepared to have such a fierce debate with that child so early in the morning? Nope. Plus, the last thing she needed in the morning was a migraine.
So she walked away from his room and walked into the open kitchen. She was very surprised when she saw several memos stuck on the microwave, the fridge, and a cup. She picked one from the microwave. In a tidy handwriting the note read, "There isn't much in the fridge, made whatever I could for your breakfast. Heat it up and clean up the dishes."
Elsa frowned and opened the microwave to find a plate with two fried eggs and a piece of toasted bagel. It was very plain and the message made her check the fridge. The memo clearly wasn't lying as the fridge only held a carton of milk and juice, four eggs, a packet of bacon, and an orange and a bag of apples. There was also a single plastic container with a wrapped croissant on top of it. There was another piece of sticky note. This one read: "It's salad and there's a croissant for lunch. You can also take an apple."
Then she turned around to look at the closed door... he had already left the house. She didn't even hear him leave and he had made breakfast and lunch for her. It was something she did not expect this sort of kindness. He had a considerate side to him. Then she laughed as she read the third slip on the fridge, "I told you there wasn't a lot in there. I knew you would check inside."
But he was still annoying. She picked up the cup and read that memo next. It read, "It's instant coffee. Don't complain if it tastes bad. Use milk and sugar if you need to."
She did everything the memos told her to do. Somehow she found this situation very amusing and annoying at the same time. She thought of Jack to be a simple hotheaded, arrogant, passionate (only when it came to debating with her), troublemaker, but she wondered if there was something more to this young man.
Next she got ready for her work and wondered where Jack had gone this morning and if she was going to see him at school and if so, how they would interact?