Chapter 9

TRINITY "You didn't answer me, Bash," I emphasize his name by rephrasing. I pout and follow him to his copper-colored wall kitchen.  "Why didn't you go to work?" I ask while he's busy filling up the coffee machine, but he keeps ignoring me. He has a perfect and muscular athletic body. He was physically fit before he left, but now he looks more mature, muscle-ripped, and hotter that every woman daydreams of taking him into their beds. Shitty brain. I shake it off. He doesn't answer me. Instead, he opens the wall-mounted fridge, taking a transparent plastic container. He opens the microwave and places two croissants inside. He then closes and presses the screen to set the timer. "Take a seat, Tri," that's all he says, and he starts to annoy me. I do what he said.  He ignores my questions then I will ignore his. He places a plate with pastries, a mug of black coffee, and another mug in front of me with cream. I am kind of touched that he still remembers what I like. "I put sugar on that.