Chapter 40: He makes him curious.
The morning sun greeted everyone warmly that morning. Bright eyes returned its greeting as families began to put away their winter coats against the warning of the weather forecast. Switching her wool top for a light cotton dress, a young lady on the 3rd floor of an apartment complex not far from the Davenport Police Bureau sat down to apply her makeup with a smile.
The cause of the good weather was in an apartment on top of hers and he hummed a tone as he poured the hot coffee in a cup. He raised the mug and took a sip before choking and hurrying to the fridge to pull out a jar of milk, and chugging it down.
Arlen signed and returned to the coffee, he returned to the coffee, he had followed all the instructions, how come it tasted so bad?
"The 67th try is a failure." He dumped the entire coffee.
"Oh! I forgot! The eggs." He hurried back to the kitchen and paused at the doorway, his sharp nose caught the scent of burning.
He rushed to the pan and flipped the half-brown, half-yellow substance on the pan, "It was not burnt all the way through. That is progress." Arlen smiled and then took out three slices of bread, he buttered it and popped it into the toast. Three minutes later, it was done.
No matter how bad his coffee and egg game was, he was the best at toast. Seeing the golden yellow shine, and the crisp sound, he was amazing. Taking out a spoonful of jam, he poured some milk into a cup, plated his eggs, and headed back to the dining area of the living room. He took out the remote and scrolled through the movies before choosing The Blue Corals.
"Hey! That lazy ass that is a waste of space. Why on earth would he be my favorite character?" That day, those hazel eyes had burned like fire, and he gritted his teeth, reminding Arlen of a cat. A cute lazy cat is happy to lie sprawled on the ground but the moment you try to touch it, a flash of claws would be in your face. Fast and ferocious.
He was right that one should not judge people too easily, just when he had thought he understood the kind of person the police officer was, he would do something to amaze him. The indifferent way that he had sat and watched the show, like he was not part of what was happening and yet He did not hesitate when he had thrown himself over to save him, just like someone who was so accustomed to saving someone, it was instinct.