The Frozen Ground flaws

雨水 [20] / [35]

"It is," he responded.

"Look, I really wanted to show that I am grateful for everything you've done for me so far. Really. I know I'm not very good about expressing that, but I truly do owe you a lot."

"Oh stop,"

she laughed, as he finished up the hash mix.

He took the food he made, put it on her plate, and poured coffee into a cup. He sat in front of her. They ate food in silence for awhile.

"You cooked quite a good meal!" she wondered.

“Do you cook food like this often?"

He answered lightly.

"What do you usually eat for breakfast?"

She looked at him blankly for a few seconds, and burst out laughing.

"What?" Alexander asked,

"What's so funny?"

"My life is work, and it just seems so absurd," she laughed more, and added.

"That question just made me laugh because it seems so reasonable that someone would have time for breakfast, and I don't. It's like a joke."

"Maybe you work too hard. So you don't have anything?"

"I have coffee, maybe the occasional bagel if I can swing it. What about you?"

"McDonald's," he laughed.

"I work too much too. I think I told you that."

"So this is special? For me? Really, Alexander, you didn't need to do that,"

but she was genuinely touched.

"I wanted to. Besides, it's the least I could do for everything you done for me so far."

"Thank you," she said,

"So what do you think we ought to do today?"

“Nothing special. I just want to stay in today,”

he answered.

“Do you want to keep telling me your love story from where we left off last night? I remembered from up until you saw me in front of the library.”

“Do you mean it?”

Alexander asked. He thought women usually don’t like to listen to love stories in which they themselves are involved in as a non-protagonist.

“I do. I can listen to that all day long. Besides, it was long ago,”

she answered seriously.

“But do you even remember my story from last night, or where we left off? You looked entirely out of it.”

“I heard that you booked the flight ticket to Canada to meet her and realized how deeply you missed her. Hearing is the last thing to go before we lose consciousness.”

He laughed nervously. He retraced his memory and resumed the story. It was as if drawing somebody's face he could barely remember very faintly on a canvas. His notebook still contained the writing reflecting his emotion from back then.