Flinstones

I woke up, hoping—no, expecting—that my amnesiac guest, Alpha, would have the decency to prepare coffee and toast as a small token of appreciation. After all, that's what happens in those romantic movies, right? The heroine saves the mysterious stranger, and the next morning, he repays her with breakfast. Maybe even adds a flower for a little extra charm.

With that pleasant thought in mind, I threw on a cardigan and stepped into the living room, fully prepared for a delightful surprise.

Instead, my expectations were smashed to bits.

There he was, sprawled out on the couch like a starfish, arms and legs flung every which way. His long hair was an unkempt mess, and the blanket I'd left for him had been exiled to the floor. My jaw tightened as irritation bubbled up.

I marched over, planting myself in front of the couch with hands on my hips.

"Good morning!" I barked, my voice sharp enough to cut through his peaceful slumber.

He stirred but didn't open his eyes. "Good morning," he mumbled, his voice raspy, extending a hand lazily toward me. "Hot towel, please."

I blinked, utterly dumbfounded. "Excuse me?"

"Hot towel," he repeated, still not bothering to open his eyes. "For my face. Before I take my hot bath... which I assume you've already prepared."

It took a full five seconds for my brain to process his words.

"What?" I screeched. " You think I'm your maid now? You think I woke up early to heat towels and draw you a bath?" That finally got his attention.

Alpha shot upright, his disheveled hair falling into his face as he blinked at me in alarm. " Wait—what? No, I mean... isn't that normal? It's just... a habit. Sorry."

I glared at him, the nerve of this man testing every ounce of my patience. " Normal? For a prince, maybe. Who are you? Some billionaire playboy or actual royalty? Do you even remember who you are yet?"

He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I... don't know. But my body seems to remember certain routines."

"Oh, great," I muttered, throwing up my hands. "I get stuck with a guy who has amnesia and delusions of grandeur."

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes. " So, let me guess. Back at your place, you have servants bringing you hot towels and drawing your baths every morning?"

Alpha tilted his head, considering. "I think... maybe." Then, after a pause, he added quietly, "I might be... a werewolf."

For a moment, I just stared at him, waiting for him to crack a smile or say he was joking. When he didn't, I burst out laughing. "A werewolf? Like, the ones from stories? What, are you Jacob from Twilight now?"

Alpha tilted his head, confused by my reaction. "You don't believe me?"

I straightened, wiping the corners of my eyes. "I'm a lawyer, Alpha. A partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in the city. I deal in facts, not fairy tales .

He frowned, his green eyes narrowing slightly. "So... you're saying werewolves don't exist?"

"Exactly," I said, trying to keep my voice patient. "Werewolves are fictional. They're just a fantasy someone made up to sell books and movies. You probably hit your head really hard, and now you're imagining things. " I continued my explanation " Werewolves were invented to fool young women into believing in the fantasy of a loyal lover. You know, the whole 'mate for life' thing. Meanwhile, in the real world, there are too many men who can't even stick to one girlfriend. there are way too many men in the world who can't keep it in their pants. It's just another illusion, like Santa Claus. He's there to trick little kids into behaving well so they can get presents on Christmas. But none of it's real."

"I've never heard of this... Santa," Alpha said, his confusion deepening.

That caught me off guard, and I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped me. "Oh, of course not. But werewolves? Those you're on board with?"

His silence stretched between us, and I rolled my eyes.

" You know what? Forget it." I turned toward the kitchen, muttering under my breath. "Why am I even having this conversation?"

I reached for the bread and jam in the fridge, my movements sharp with annoyance. "Make yourself useful," I called over my shoulder. " There's the coffee machine. Just press the button and let it brew."

When silence followed, I turned around to see Alpha standing in front of the coffee maker, staring at it like it was some ancient artifact unearthed from another world. He tilted his head, poking at the buttons with a mix of confusion and suspicion.

He scratched his head. "I don't know how to use this."

I gaped at him. " You don't know how to make coffee? What, did you grow up in the Stone Age? Are you friends with Fred Flintstone?"

He shrugged helplessly. " Usually, My coffee is already in my room when I wake up. I don't... make it myself."

"Oh my god," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. With an exasperated sigh, I stomped over to the machine and pressed the button. The familiar whirring sound of the coffee maker filled the room, and Alpha's eyes widened in wonder as the coffee began to drip into the pot.

"That's... incredible," he murmured, leaning closer to watch the machine work.

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath, ' Yep. Definitely hit his head'

Once the coffee was ready, I handed him a mug. He held it gingerly, inspecting it like it was some sort of magical potion.

"What now?" he asked.

"You drink it," I said flatly.

"Just like this?"

"Yes, just like that."

He hesitated, then took a cautious sip. His face scrunched up, and he quickly set the mug down. "It's bitter."

I sighed, grabbing a sugar packet and ripping it open. " Here. Add this." I dumped the sugar into his cup, stirred it, and handed it back. He tried it again and nodded approvingly.

"It's... better," he admitted.

'Unbelievable' I muttered, rubbing my temples. " What's next? You don't know how to toast bread?"

When he didn't respond, I turned to find him inspecting the toaster with equal bewilderment. My patience snapped. " Oh my God!

Alpha glanced up, looking genuinely contrite. "I'm sorry,"

The sincerity in his voice tugged at something in me, and I sighed, my irritation softening. "Fine," I muttered, grabbing a slice of bread and demonstrating how to insert it into the toaster. " Just press the lever down. Got it?"

"Got it," he said, his tone almost eager.

While he stared at the toaster like it might explode, I poured myself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, watching him out of the corner of my eye. Despite everything, I couldn't help but be amused. This man—who looked like he could take on an army single handedly was utterly baffled by modern appliances.

"I'm taking you to the hospital today," I said, breaking the silence. " They need to check your head. I'm starting to think you hit it harder than I realized."

He nodded quietly, his green eyes clouded with thought.

After breakfast, we'd go to the hospital, file a missing person's report, and hopefully send Alpha back to wherever he came from. With any luck, I'd finally get my peaceful solitude back.

At least, that was the plan.

For now, I just had to survive breakfast with my amnesia guest.