Afraid•Niccolo Genoveder Rossi •

Twenty-six

|Niccolo|

My hand fit perfectly there.

And she knew that.

She curled up on the couch next to Camilla, expecting me to leave.

Fine then.

I went back to my room, where Virginia lay on my bed, waiting for me.

"Ready to sleep, Virgi?"

"Mhm."

But, I couldn't sleep.

I just couldn't.

I eventually did though.

|Serena|

I woke up  that morning, to the kitchen being used.

Smells of eggs and pancetta filled the room.

Cami woke up as well, and we looked at eachother confused.

Cami brushed her fingers through her hair, taming the little mess it actually was.

I didn't care about my hair at the moment.

I wanted to know who was in the kitchen.

Who had buisness this early in the morning anyhow?

Well, it was 10am.

So, not that early.

"Who's in the kitchen?" I ask Camilla, standing up and stretching my back.

"Let's go check". Camilla says.

I nod, and walk with her.

It was him.

I was about to ask myself how he could cook, but flashbacks of that morning came back.

How he made me pasta.

And it was damn good at that.

He looked at us, and smiled a little.

"Breakfast for Virginia?" Camilla asks, looking at her brother suspiciously.

"For all of us". he replies, a small smile in his eyes.

"Wow. That's nice". Camilla says suprised.

"Mhm". He says, flipping an egg.

"Virginia still sleeping?" She asks, as we both sat at the stools at the counter.

"Yeah. I'll wake her soon". Niccolo replies, looking at her then at me.

"Could you pass me the salt next to you, Serena?" Niccolo asks.

I passed him the salt, and gave it to him.

He planned that.

The moment I gave him the salt shaker, his hand enveloped over mine.

What the hell.

I tense, as he looks at me and smirks.

"Thanks, Serena". he says, getting satisfaction out of my reaction.

I kinda froze a bit. 

I put my hand in my lap.

And that's where I am keeping my hand.

Away from him.

He finished cooking a moment later, and plated everything. 

"Nice hair". He teases, looking at the messy ponytail on my head, as he handed me my plate.