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“I…won’t…let…you…fall.”
Her fingers slipped. Rosalie stared in horror at the concrete below. She screamed and suddenly the world went black again.
“Oof!” She landed with a crash in the middle of her apartment with David on top of her. Rosalie squirmed out from underneath, in the process booting him in the head.
“Ow, ow, ow! What is it with you? Stop kicking me.”
“What is it with me ?” she echoed in disbelief.
Rosalie crab-walked backwards and hunkered against the wall. He was irritated! At her! He popped in and out of everyplace like nobody’s business. He dragged her up to rooftops. Rosalie’s terror evaporated. Her cheeks grew hot. She was really, really pissed. “Are you serious?” she squawked. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Instead of becoming angry or defensive at the outburst, to her befuddlement David leaned back on his hands and stared blankly at the ceiling. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me. I’m beat and I’m starving and I’m about at the end of my rope.” His shoulders sagged, the picture of dejection. He reached into his pocket and slid Rosalie’s cell over to her. “Call the cops. I don’t give a damn, anymore. They’re the least of my problems. Anyway, I’ll dash-away before they get here.”
He staggered to his feet and brushed himself off. “Screw it. I’m gonna eat.” David picked up the bag from the Golden Palace sitting on the floor, and began unloading cartons on the table. “You’re welcome to join me. I brought plenty. Frankly, I could use the company.” He opened a kitchen cupboard and pulled out two plates. “I hope you don’t mind. I hate eating out of a carton.”
“So do I,” she blurted out without thinking.
As Rosalie watched him, her emotions faded from blood-in-her-eye fury to simmering outrage before finally settling in on cautious wariness with a creamy dollop of curiosity on top. She stared at the phone in her hand. Her thumb hovered over the touchpad. She could dial 9-1-1 in a flash. Her gaze returned to the strange young man. Whoever or whatever David was, he made no aggressive moves.
A delightful aroma from the Golden Palace carry-out bag reached her nose. She hadn’t eaten since early morning and now realized he wasn’t the only one starving in the room. As she tried discreetly to suck in the drool, her stomach betrayed her with an audible gurgle. Her cheeks heated.
David’s lips twitched in a half-smile. “How about you serve? I’ll eat whatever you dish out. That way you’ll know nothing is poisoned. Also, I prefer spring rolls to egg rolls, but if you rather have the spring rolls I won’t fight you for them.” He reached under Kreahalf-smile the table to where the pepper spray rolled. Rosalie’s heart thumped until he placed the aerosol can at the side of her plate. “Hang onto it if it makes you feel better.”
Rosalie’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the young man. What the hell was this guy? He didn’t froth at the mouth. Do psychopaths froth? She had no idea. He didn’t sprout antenna or spew acid, so probably not an alien. If an alien abducted her would he offer Chinese first? Again, no clue. Her stomach rumbled more loudly. Make up your mind already,it seemed to say. Rosalie sidled cautiously across the room and slid into the seat. She placed her cell on the table, and then without a word ladled mounds of food onto each of their plates. She even gave him a spring roll.
David nodded his thanks and offered her a pair of chopsticks. He dug in with relish, declaring blissfully, “Awesome. You should eat before the food gets cold.”
Rosalie eyed him in disbelief. He’s sitting there…so normal…like nothing ever happened. She burst out, “What the hell are you?”
He swallowed and answered in all seriousness. “I’m an elf.”
Rosalie stiffened. Her mind immediately filed his comment under Lunatic Ramblings. She scanned the tabletop now littered with empty cartons from the
Her fingers slipped. Rosalie stared in horror at the concrete below. She screamed and suddenly the world went black again.
“Oof!” She landed with a crash in the middle of her apartment with David on top of her. Rosalie squirmed out from underneath, in the process booting him in the head.
“Ow, ow, ow! What is it with you? Stop kicking me.”
“What is it with me ?” she echoed in disbelief.
Rosalie crab-walked backwards and hunkered against the wall. He was irritated! At her! He popped in and out of everyplace like nobody’s business. He dragged her up to rooftops. Rosalie’s terror evaporated. Her cheeks grew hot. She was really, really pissed. “Are you serious?” she squawked. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Instead of becoming angry or defensive at the outburst, to her befuddlement David leaned back on his hands and stared blankly at the ceiling. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me. I’m beat and I’m starving and I’m about at the end of my rope.” His shoulders sagged, the picture of dejection. He reached into his pocket and slid Rosalie’s cell over to her. “Call the cops. I don’t give a damn, anymore. They’re the least of my problems. Anyway, I’ll dash-away before they get here.”
He staggered to his feet and brushed himself off. “Screw it. I’m gonna eat.” David picked up the bag from the Golden Palace sitting on the floor, and began unloading cartons on the table. “You’re welcome to join me. I brought plenty. Frankly, I could use the company.” He opened a kitchen cupboard and pulled out two plates. “I hope you don’t mind. I hate eating out of a carton.”
“So do I,” she blurted out without thinking.
As Rosalie watched him, her emotions faded from blood-in-her-eye fury to simmering outrage before finally settling in on cautious wariness with a creamy dollop of curiosity on top. She stared at the phone in her hand. Her thumb hovered over the touchpad. She could dial 9-1-1 in a flash. Her gaze returned to the strange young man. Whoever or whatever David was, he made no aggressive moves.
A delightful aroma from the Golden Palace carry-out bag reached her nose. She hadn’t eaten since early morning and now realized he wasn’t the only one starving in the room. As she tried discreetly to suck in the drool, her stomach betrayed her with an audible gurgle. Her cheeks heated.
David’s lips twitched in a half-smile. “How about you serve? I’ll eat whatever you dish out. That way you’ll know nothing is poisoned. Also, I prefer spring rolls to egg rolls, but if you rather have the spring rolls I won’t fight you for them.” He reached under Kreahalf-smile the table to where the pepper spray rolled. Rosalie’s heart thumped until he placed the aerosol can at the side of her plate. “Hang onto it if it makes you feel better.”
Rosalie’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the young man. What the hell was this guy? He didn’t froth at the mouth. Do psychopaths froth? She had no idea. He didn’t sprout antenna or spew acid, so probably not an alien. If an alien abducted her would he offer Chinese first? Again, no clue. Her stomach rumbled more loudly. Make up your mind already,it seemed to say. Rosalie sidled cautiously across the room and slid into the seat. She placed her cell on the table, and then without a word ladled mounds of food onto each of their plates. She even gave him a spring roll.
David nodded his thanks and offered her a pair of chopsticks. He dug in with relish, declaring blissfully, “Awesome. You should eat before the food gets cold.”
Rosalie eyed him in disbelief. He’s sitting there…so normal…like nothing ever happened. She burst out, “What the hell are you?”
He swallowed and answered in all seriousness. “I’m an elf.”
Rosalie stiffened. Her mind immediately filed his comment under Lunatic Ramblings. She scanned the tabletop now littered with empty cartons from the
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