The seguinte morning.
Cas opened the door of his bedroom and saw Meg sitting on the floor, sleeping. He bent through his knees and picked her up. He carried her through the hallway and walked into her room. There he lay her down on the cama and covered her with the sheets. He leaned progressivo, para a frente and kissed her forehead. Then he turned around and left, going back to his room. He took the sheets and rolled them in a ball, taking them downstairs to the laundry. He had no idea how to work with a washer, but there was a manual, so maybe if he’d read extra careful, he might figure it out.
It took him five minutos to read the entire manual. He put the sheets in the washer, pressed a few buttons and the washer started spinning.
Meg woke up from the noise. She looked around, wondering how she got where she was. She could only assume Cas had brought her here. She swung her legs off the cama and walked to the door.
“Cas?” she called sleepy. She walked to the stairs and went downstairs. There were noises in the cozinha too and so she entered the kitchen.
She wasn’t sure what she was seeing.
“What are you doing?” she asked suspicious. Cas turned around and smiled. It was the first time in a long time.
“I’m making breakfast” he responded. “I remember you making waffles for me and I thought I could try and return you the favor” he added as he stirred the dough.
“I didn’t know you could make waffles” Meg said surprised.
“Oh, I can’t” Cas commented. “I mean, I couldn’t. But I read a recipe in a cookbook and now I know how to do it”
“By leitura the recipe once?” Meg asked raising her eyebrows.
“Yeah” Cas shrugged.
“And what’s that noise?” Meg asked, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.
“That’s the laundry” Cas answered.
“Since when do you do laundry?” Meg wondered.
“Since I read the manual” Cas explained. “Besides, they’re my sheets, I made them dirty”
“With Heathers help” Meg muttered. “How, eh,…how was it?”
“How was it to be completely numb, having a complete stranger banging me, while there was nothing I could do about it?” Cas replied sarcastically. “Great. It was great”
As the dough was rising Cas walked to the mesa, tabela and sat down.
“You don’t have the right to be jealous” he said sharp. “I’m not your boyfriend”
Cas opened the door of his bedroom and saw Meg sitting on the floor, sleeping. He bent through his knees and picked her up. He carried her through the hallway and walked into her room. There he lay her down on the cama and covered her with the sheets. He leaned progressivo, para a frente and kissed her forehead. Then he turned around and left, going back to his room. He took the sheets and rolled them in a ball, taking them downstairs to the laundry. He had no idea how to work with a washer, but there was a manual, so maybe if he’d read extra careful, he might figure it out.
It took him five minutos to read the entire manual. He put the sheets in the washer, pressed a few buttons and the washer started spinning.
Meg woke up from the noise. She looked around, wondering how she got where she was. She could only assume Cas had brought her here. She swung her legs off the cama and walked to the door.
“Cas?” she called sleepy. She walked to the stairs and went downstairs. There were noises in the cozinha too and so she entered the kitchen.
She wasn’t sure what she was seeing.
“What are you doing?” she asked suspicious. Cas turned around and smiled. It was the first time in a long time.
“I’m making breakfast” he responded. “I remember you making waffles for me and I thought I could try and return you the favor” he added as he stirred the dough.
“I didn’t know you could make waffles” Meg said surprised.
“Oh, I can’t” Cas commented. “I mean, I couldn’t. But I read a recipe in a cookbook and now I know how to do it”
“By leitura the recipe once?” Meg asked raising her eyebrows.
“Yeah” Cas shrugged.
“And what’s that noise?” Meg asked, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.
“That’s the laundry” Cas answered.
“Since when do you do laundry?” Meg wondered.
“Since I read the manual” Cas explained. “Besides, they’re my sheets, I made them dirty”
“With Heathers help” Meg muttered. “How, eh,…how was it?”
“How was it to be completely numb, having a complete stranger banging me, while there was nothing I could do about it?” Cas replied sarcastically. “Great. It was great”
As the dough was rising Cas walked to the mesa, tabela and sat down.
“You don’t have the right to be jealous” he said sharp. “I’m not your boyfriend”
