Eat

"Of course not" I replied once the waiter was far away, I noticed a waitress with lustrous hair sending a glare my way, it made me curious...she looked like I fucked her boyfriend or something.

"I'm eating whatever you're eating," I say, he looks confused and I begin to wonder why were my words not clear enough.

"Didn't you say you wanted to have breakfast with me?"

A look of recognition passed his face then a strange expression later on. I almost laughed out loud. The look on his face was quite priceless.

"I didn't mean it that literally…"

He clears his throat but doesn't say anything else. I looked at him like I was clueless like I didn't know what was going through his mind.

She is weird…that's what he must be thinking, although I wasn't sure since that stupid smile had returned to his face.

"If that's what you want, who am I to say no to a beautiful woman" He chuckles, and I groan in annoyance. He's a flirt, and it was annoying me. My groan made him laugh, widening his smile.

I wonder if his cheeks hurt from smiling too much…I know mine would.

Timothy ordered pasta, fucking spicy and I found it out the hard way. When Jerry arrived with the food in one hand and coffee in another, I became quite excited. The scent was strong…my head was clear by just breathing in the steam. When I tasted it…I like it. Black and bitter…like my heart.

Ha!

I wish….

I don't feel shit. I wondered how it would be to feel bitter, happy….or sad. Those emotions, I craved them yet…here I am, numb.

Except for when I speak to him…

I was hesitant at first, but then I took his fork and filled my mouth up. I wasn't planning to eat much because of the way I had been raised…we were never given breakfast. We only ate twice a day, it was the right way. All I wanted to do was just see his mask shift just a bit yet here I was, eyes tearing up and already on my second glass of water.

I knew he was struggling to hold back his laughter as he saw my reaction.

"Are you okay? You want more water?" I sneered at his fake concern when his lips curled up with suppressed laughter.

What a joke…I'm referring to myself…

"I'm fine" I cough and try to stop myself from choking again. Timothy isn't as nice as I thought he was. I expected him to be concerned but here he was trying to hold back his laughter. I might kill him if he laughs….shit head!

"Aren't you going to eat anymore?" I could see he was teasing me but it still annoyed me a lot.

"I'm fine, it isn't to my taste" I mutter under my breath, I heard his chuckle and then his hand covers mine.

"What would you like to have then?"

I was caught off guard by the warmth of his palm on mine, it was a strange feeling, I felt assured, and he looked serious. Like he was worried about me eating something.

"Nothing, I'm good actually" I got up and stretched my legs. I didn't see any reason to stay anymore. I was done with my coffee and for the first time since I met Timothy his presence was making my skin itch, he was way too close to me.

"Are you leaving?"

He asks, I nod. He glances at his unfinished food, then at me, and then he takes a napkin and wipes his lips, my gaze followed the little white cloth and then it lingered on his lips. I tried to remember what it felt like to be kissed…the memory was faint.

Whoa…where did that come from?

"Let's go," I noticed he had already dropped some crisp notes on the table, he was standing next to me with a smile on his face.

As usual.

I was tempted to ask if he wouldn't stay to finish his food but then again, that's his business, if he gets hungry later…that's also his business.

Back at the orphanage, it was always everyone for themselves. It was a competition, the sisters made sure we understood that it was a competition…we didn't care about each other even though we had known each other our whole lives, we would've been called a family if we weren't always looking for ways to surpass each other.

We walked back leisurely, I noticed most women enjoyed staring at Timothy much longer than required. They all look like a bunch of thirsty sponges in front of a tap…pathetic.

"So where are you actually from?"

Great…he's trying to make small talk again, if I wasn't slightly interested in him I would've ignored him just like when we first met but he just looks so desperate and stupid with that smile on his face I almost felt sorry for him.

Almost…

"England," I say not telling the truth but at the same time, I wasn't lying. I did grow up in England, at the orphanage but some of the sisters said I wasn't from there, that I was taken from my parents in a faraway place they didn't care to mention but gladly told me I was taken from my birth parents not that they died or that they abandoned me…before I stopped feeling, it had hurt me but now…I don't feel anything when I think about it.

"So you're British…" Now a smirk with a raised brow, then his hand is around my shoulders and he pulls me closer.

"You don't sound British," He says, we reach our cabin and I take his hand off my shoulders. I hated how warm it was because that warmth was never there when I needed it and I most definitely don't need it now.

"Don't do that again"

"What?" he seemed like he was caught off guard by my change of tone, I sounded so cold I surprised even myself.

"Don't touch me, don't ask me anything about myself, and don't tell me anything about your life, are not friends, we just share a cabin on a train…" the words kept coming, and his smile was no longer there and his eyes were widened in surprise.

"In three days this train is going to stop and then we will have both go our separate ways and never see each other again!"

I was breathing heavily after I said what I wanted to say, my fists clenched. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself…not knowing what was wrong with me at the moment.