I don't usually wake up to warmth. But this morning I do.
The curtains are drawn, it is late. Sebastian let me stay in bed, late….
What is that SMELL? Bacon? Eggs? What is this? I turn over to look and am surprised to see a meal all laid out on my bedside table. There's a note….
Don't kill me. It's a holiday.
-S
Ah…. February fourteenth, Valentine's day… Sebastian actually remembered. Sweet of him. Really…. I sit up slowly, I should get up now. I have a big day planned. I have several people for Sebastian to off this morning. Several. Just because it's a holiday doesn't mean he gets the day off. Maybe I'll take him to dinner. He'd like that. I hesitate a moment before shouting at the door in my usual tone,
"SEBASTIAN MORAN! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" He arrives, looking a bit more flustered than usual. He turns bright red.
"Yes, sir?"
"I have a few jobs for you to do, and then we'll go to dinner tonight, alright?" His face brightened considerably as I dug around for my notebook. My usual scrawl splattered the page with a sporadic and highly ineffective mode of organization, but he could read it.
"Yes sir… Any particular way you want them killed, or do I get to pick?" I just smile, knowing exactly what he's going to pick. "Thank you sir."
It's noon by the time I leave my room, well fed, dressed, and ready. I go into work, the job I hate that I don't need. I play off my role well. Molly dumped me, I try to look sad, but an occasional sly smile slips out. I think it disturbs her. I make her coffee, she drinks it. She's lonely. She invites me around, but I decline. I do have dinner plans.
Every hour I get a new message from Sebastian with a picture of a corpse. That's my sniper. Right through the heart each time. Predictable, yet sweet. I'll let him have this.
At dinner he can't stop looking at me.
At the flat, I whisper in his ear, "Happy Valentine's Day," and his knees almost melt.
God.
What a pansy.
