Roman
Anton devours the chicken.
I sit on the couch across from him. Staring at him. Jail must have been rough for that one month. He looks skinnier. His hair is a mess. His skin is rough and pale. He smelled like filth but the long shower he took helped with that. Now he's wearing my clean hoodie and sweatpants which are too big for him.
"Go wash that plate." I say coldly when he's done with his meal.
He disappears to the kitchen as I work on my laptop. When he comes back to the livingroom, I ask him to make me a hot cup of coffee. He disappears to the kitchen again and makes me a hot cup of coffee. I send him back to the kitchen and make him add some more sugar to the coffee. He does that quickly and without any reluctance.
"Thanks for the coffee, Anton."
"You're welcome, Rome."
