Red roses

The evening after—loosening the engaged arms, Neva stretches them out.

"Finally..." Grateful she breathes out, she had just finished the assignment due the day after tomorrow. Saturday, a pretty rest from hectic lectures this day.

She yawns dizzily, a hand covering her mouth—the other hand wandering off in search of her phone. She glances at the screen, it was already 6 in the evening. At that brief moment her phone rings. She sees the name of her friend Emma.

"Hello?!" Emma's loud eager voice—through the phone reverbs around.

"Hi," Neva keeps it two little letters.

"Wanna hang out?" Emma applies, hopefullnes brimming in her tone. "Tomorrow?"

"Where?" Little smile on the lips, Neva queries.

"To the movies...it's a movie named Everlasting love!" She giggles in the end of the sentence.

"And? Just the movies?" Neva calmly inquires, resting her head on the palm propped up on the desk.

"We gonna party hard darling...best nightclub in Vernilla!" Enthusiasm filled in her resonance, Neva could make out her eyes sparkling in fancy.

Neva exhales deeply. "I can't Emma, I'll pass."

"What? Why?" Dissapointed, whines storms out Emma's small mouth.

Neva giggles, "Nightclubs and all, they ain't my thing." She purses her lips, feeling upset she had to turn Emma's offer down. She hardly ever even goes out, and morally did not enjoy such things.

"Is it about your age? You're eighteen already so why?" Persistent to goof around with her new friend she insists.

"I'm sorry Emma. I'd rather be on my bed, with books and music on." She smiles.

"You're really stubborn you know?" Emma huffs.

"Umm, I do." Eyes closed, Neva curls her lips up.

"What about the movies, we'll cancel the club thingy. Is that fine?" Emma appeals once more.

"You don't have to miss out your fun for me." Neva shakes her head in refusal, straightening her back in a seated posture.

"Oh come on Neva. It's no biggy, we'll do some other things. So please go with me. Okay? Pretty please..." Emma makes those eyes she makes to have her way with her parents, although Neva sees her not, she could definitely sense the silly her.

"I'll think about it," she chuckles, but an abrupt return from Emma prompts.

"You are not allowed to refuse!" She strongly states.

Before Neva could form another word the ring of a doorbell informs her about a visitor.

"I'll call you later. There's someone on the door." Bidding their goodbyes, she arises on her feet, heading towards the source of interruption.

She opens the door, the mainly voice of his greets. "Good evening Angel."

Neva meets his smiling eyes, she scans his wellness through the appearance. Inwardly she nods to herself. He seems to be in a better health.

"For you." Rhett presents a bouquet of roses previously hidden in the back.

Amused, with brows arched she stands there. A little hesitation, she glances from down the roses, to his eyes. He grins like a child.

Her favourite lucious red roses compares nothing to the man who held them. She fails to veil her smile, gladly accepting the flowers with rosy cheeks warming up.

It's new for her. What's this feeling?

Flustered she clears her throat. "Is your wound okay?" He flexes his biceps. "Yep, I'm healthier than ever."

Neva nods her head, knowingly. Of course he was fine, look at his giddy vaunting.

"Come in." She let's the gap within the door widen—trudging inside the warmth of her living room. He happily marches inside with Neva reminding him to close the door behind.

Neva places the bouquet of red roses on the table of her living room. "Did you get stitches?" She inquires.

"I did, just this morning. But the doctor said I need to change the dressing couple of times a day." He pauses before continuing.

"But I don't know how to." He looks at her with such; innocent glowing eyes.

"I'll teach you.'' She calmly states.

"No I'm scared! The stitches looks horrible, makes my mind blue." Big man was anxious of those stinky threads.

Easily she responds, "Alright, I'll look after you until the stitches are removed."

"Okay, I'll bring the equipments and come over here." He beams in happiness, loving the moment of her care and the approaching treatments.

"No!" Firmly she reacts.

"Then you come over." He suggests tilting his head.

"Hell no!!'' She's firm.

"Then?" Asks the defeated guy frowning, his shoulders slouching. Neva bites her lips, he had to be settled for her care, but visiting his apartment was kind of weird.

"Alright you come over." What's worse, he comes over most of the time anyways.

Rhett reveals a cute bunny grin. She chuckles, his smile flashing of a child being presented his favourite toy.

"I'll change the dressing then. Wait here." She says and dissapears inside her room.

No long after, she gets her job finish. Rhett jolly and happy being tended to by his half girlfriend.

"Have you had dinner?" Neva asks him.

"Nuh-uh." Rhett answers with a shake of his head.

"Stay here. I'll make something for us." She says, swiftly hopping towards her kitchen, leaving the silly boy behind.

A hush, two hour behind time, she places two pretty flower bed dinner plates with warm rice. Her dining table had four chairs. In those hours, Rhett gladly offered his help. Neva could never allow an ill him—as he was just sent back to sit still.

Two bowls contained some stews. A plate of rolled eggs and two pretty floral glass bowls with meat dish filled to the brim—for each of them.

"Dinner's ready, come take a seat!" Pouring the glass with water, she calls out to the injured man.

Before long he hops in standing parallel to Neva. His eyes shimmering in happiness. Such loving day, a warm dinner cooked and primed for him by the hands of the girl he so adores.

"Wow...Looks delicious~" Heart bubbling up, he closes his eyes, inhaling the appetizing aroma of the warm meal. Delightful food in beautiful dishes.

Neva chuckles at his innocent actions. He was such a simple man. She tells him to take a seat. As he does so, she seats herself.

"The food's fine for your diet right?" Probes Neva a little worried.

"Perfectly fine." He returns, picking up a spoon.

Rhett peers at her closely, as Neva closes her eyes for some seconds. She unveils her eyes and finds him staring intently at her. She raises her brows, "You can start eating."

"Yeah," he says and they start feeding their hungry tummies. Uttering no other words, beginning drowning their hunger.

A little while after the melting of the food in his tongue. "You're amazing angel! I don't remember the last time I had a proper meal."

He grins, heart dawning to her own, drawing to form his home.

Neva glimpses up at him. Swallowing.

"What do you usually eat?"

"Umm, store packed foods, noodles, burgers, pizzas..." He goes on, and her crease deepens in worry. Those weren't even healthy at all. Not even real food.

She feels an ache for the pitiful Rhett, she inquires him once more. "Don't you know how to cook?"

"I'm useless in kitchen." He replies and puts a spoonful of rice in his mouth.

She asks for the third time. "Do you like the food I made?"

"Of course, and the fact that you made it makes it extra special!" His lips curves upwards, enchantment reaching his eyes.

Neva hesitates but nevertheless, "You can come in for supper anyday."

"Really? No no I'd just be a burden." He didn't want to burden her.

"Ok." Concludes Neva, she slurps on her stew.

"Thankyou for your kindness, I'll come everyday!" He responses hastily, having her smile sleepishly.