4. Tray of food

After freshing up, I walk downstairs for breakfast. As I enter the kitchen, I find Mrs.Tina in her red apron, her head down as she busies herself in front of the stove. 

Mrs.Tina is the maid of this house since a long time. She comes in the morning, cleans up the house, prepares us lunch and dinner and then she goes home. I adore her so much because she cooks every meal according to my taste.

As if she sensed my presence, she turns around. Her freckly face lits up with a glorious smile on seeing me. "Good morning my beauty."

"Good morning pretty woman." I beam back. "How are you?"

"I'm nickel like always." She replies, tossing her short red hair over her shoulder.

I chuckle. She always tries to impress people with a French word.

"What about you?" Tina asks, turning her head back to poach the fish curry with the spatula. My stomach grumbles at the good smell.

"I'm fine." 

She then turns again to look at me with squint eyes. "Mr. Pedrosa left this for you." She looks suspicious as she points at the table behind me.

My stomach flips on hearing his name. After what happened last night, my face will turn red whenever I will run into him.

Baffled, I immediately turn and my eyes widen on seeing a tray of food with a carton bag beside it. What's that? Confused, I precipitate to the table. On the tray, there is a plate of scrambled eggs and cheese toasts, a bowl of cut-off strawberries and green grapes on the side, and a glass of fresh orange juice.

My heart feels like fluttering.

Okay, breathe.

Did Eren made this? For me?

That doesn't make any sense.

Still puzzled, I look in the carton bag and find a new bottle of my favourite brand of shampoo, l'Oréal Paris. 

Damn, he was serious last night.

Grinning, I grab the bottle and notice a small note sticking on it. I take it off and read it.

Good morning Hayat.

I know, you're wondering a lot about the tray and so on. Simply, I bought you a new shampoo to thank you for last night. Sorry, but a whole goddamn shampoo store costs more than my actual salary. Next time nips. ;)

I thought of making you breakfast to make things look presentable. Don't puke, I'm good at cooking. After all you know, men are the best cooks. Because with two eggs, one sausage and a little of milk, they can fill girls tummies for my nine months. ;) I know, I know. You have already read this meme on F******k.

P.s. Don't worry. I didn't leave you alone at home to go out and buy the shampoo. I called Mrs.Tina and told her to buy it on her way here.

Winky face. 

Eren.

And then at the end of the note, he has drawn a pair of nipple.

A mix of emotions is climbing up my throat. I feel happy. I feel shy. I feel giddy. I want to smile. I want to laugh. I want to dance. 

That guy is unbelievable. Insane. Comic. And above all. Sweet.

Now I'm sure. Eren is trying to bring back to surface our friendship which has drowned since so many years.

"Aw, someone is blushing. Someone is crushing." Tina suddenly chants out. I then realise that she is still here. I quickly fold the note. 

"What? No." I exclaim nervously, shaking my head. "Eren is in fact my childhood friend."

She puffs, resting a hand on her hip. "I was young too pretty." She wiggles her dark brows and turns off the stove. "And right now, it's not the fragrance of the cooking food I'm smelling. It's rosemary and thyme."

My eyes narrowed. Rosemary and thyme?

She begins to sing the song 'Cherry' by Lana Del Rey where there is the line 'rosemary and thyme' and I then understand what she means.

I roll my eyes. She is being funny but totally exaggerating. Eren just made me embarrassed yesterday, nothing more.

"You're b—"

"Go and thank him." She comes to me and whispers. "He is in the salon." She gives me an accomplice wink as if she has just given me the best tip ever.

She is right to a certain point though. I have to thank Eren. He has tried to be nice to me and I should make a move to him in return. After all, we can be friends like before. We obviously won't be the best ones like we were as kids, but at least we can get along.

Faking a smile at Tina, I grab the food tray and make my way out of the kitchen. She gives me a thumb up, wishing me good luck before I pass through the door frame.

As I walk in the salon, I perceive Eren sitting on the couch while the television is playing a football match. A strange feeling begins to flutter in my stomach.

Eren's biceps are bulging as he is holding his phone to his ear. "Not now, but I will try to meet you soon." He whispers in a deep morning voice.

Meet whom? He got a girlfriend? God, what am I even thinking. Obviously he got one. How a hot guy like him could be single?

Hesitating to interrupt him, I stand there like a mummy with the tray in my hands. I feel myself blushing on recalling his teases last night. In silent, I admire him on his morning's mode. Even if his hair looks like a nest right now, he still has that sexy greek-god appeal. He is wearing a navy-blue t-shirt which is moulding perfectly his toned body. The fluttery sensation in my stomach is increasing as I keep ogling at him secretly.

But I gulp when Eren's gaze suddenly lands on me. He notices my presence, his eyes widening a little. "A-alright, bye." He quickly says before ending the call, placing the phone on the glass table in front of him.

He then looks back at me with a small smile, his gorgeous eyes welcoming me.

"Euh, sorry for disturbing you." I speak out, gripping the tray nervously.

He shakes his head a little. "You didn't."

Obviously I did. Who would like to be disturbed when they are talking with their girlfriend?

"Don't worry, it wasn't my girlfriend." Eren says, a wolfish smile on his lips. He must have seen it in my eyes. "I don't have a girlfriend." 

My brows shot up in surprise. "Why?"

"Why?" He repeats, looking amused. "I didn't know it's obligatory for me to have a girlfriend."

Of course, it's obligatory. But I keep my words to myself and fake a chuckle. "That's not what I meant."

But then a thought hits my mind. "Wait." My forehead puckers. "Your girlfriends usually think you cheat on them because you have to live in the same house with other girls, right?"

Eren crunches his eyes and shakes his head lightly. "Something like that." 

I feel my voice caught up in my throat. Being a bodyguard must be so hard. He can't even have a life.

Eren moves to the side, giving me space to take a seat beside him.

"W-why don't you change job?" I ask, walking to the couch.

Eren clasps his hands together and sighs. "It's more complicated than you think." He replies shortly, his eyes flick from my face to the floor. I stop there. It seems that he doesn't want to embark on this topic so I change the subject.

"Thank you so much for this." I say gracefully, placing the tray on the small table. "It's so sweet of you."

His face lits up with a wide beam.

"And you made me laugh so hard." I chuckle lightly and take a seat beside him.

He looks at my face with a smiling gleam on his. "My pleasure." His eyes remind me that of my favourite childhood teddy bear. Soft and deep as they stare at me.

I then understand that he wants me to taste what he has made. Since he forgot to put a knife and a fork in the tray, I grab the toast with my hand itself and take a bite of it.

My tongue melts at the exquisite taste. Who knew toasts with scrambled eggs could taste that good. 

Eren is looking at me impatiently as I'm chewing. "You like it?" He asks, nervousness in his voice.

I lick my lips, savoringly. "It's delicious."

He pumps his fist in the air in victory.

I giggle at his funny gest and meet his eyes. "Eren." I call out his name for the first time.

His eyes stretch a little, as if he has just realised this too.

I intake a breath of courage. 

"Friends?" 

He smirks before he unexpectedly crunches on my toast, his eyes locked with mine. "Friends."

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