I opened the door. Cassius was there. His long dark hair rested on his shoulders. He smiled at me and looked at me, but not in a bad way. It felt like he just wanted to be sure I was okay.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Better,” I said. “I feel more rested.”
He smiled more. “That’s good. Food will help too.”
I looked across the hall. There was another room. The bed was messy, and a suitcase was open on the floor.
We went downstairs. There were two doors. One was the bathroom I used last night. The other was a bedroom that was now closed.
The rest of the space was the kitchen. There was no living room.
“I don’t know what you like,” Cassius said. “We already ate, but there are pancakes and sausage left. If you want, I can make eggs, ham, or biscuits.”
I didn’t wait. I put all the
