The Kitchen

It was rare for him to see the morning and see the sun up so early. It alway seemed like he was only awake during the night time so it was refreshing to see a new star. His nightwear was rather simple; a black t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He stretched a bit walking into the kitchen. His hair was already a mess to begin with however his bed-head was even worst. It was more wild than usual. He opening the refrigerator, scanning for something to eat. He never really found the difference between breakfast, lunch and dinner. In his mind, he was tempted to just make a hamburger for himself. As he turned around, to his surprise, it was the girl back at the coastline. He blinked a few times trying to digest the fact that she was here. He remembered that when he applied for a home, he did have a roommate. Was his roommate her? He started to reconsider his breakfast and simply grabbed an apple. He tossed it around a few times until he sat at the table with Alaina.

"Well, I wasn't expecting to see you so soon again. Nor did I expect you to be my roommate." He said with a small dull grin.

He smiled and took a bite off his apple. She seemed like an almost completely different person from the last time he saw her. Her happy mood was almost contagious. The sound of pancakes was enough to almost make his mouth water. Its been awhile since he's actually had a real meal so he considered it to be a treat.

"Oh are you now? I guess I'm lucky to have you as a roommate then. I wouldn't mind having some pancakes." He continued smiling and munching on his apple. He personally didn't like to cook so that could probably be the reason why he never had good meal. He felt like he was in a good old American suburbia. The wife would do the cooking as the husband would sit at the table reading his newspaper. Although he didn't have a newspaper, he did have an apple so that must have counted for something right? None the less, he continued the conversation.

"Interesting?" He looked around the room and rubbed his chin. "I don't know. Its a bit generic in my eyes but I can't complain. Home is home correct?"

"None the less a home, good, bad or in between." He said slowly with good diction. Once again, he took a bite of his apple. It was nearly reduced down to nothing. When it finally reached the core, he slowly got up and threw it out. He looked in the refrigerator for something to drink. He grabbed some orange juice and looked over at Alaina.

"Do you want me to refill your coffee or anything?" He asked out of pure manners. He looked in the cupboards for a glass and filled it with juice, waiting for a reply.

"I see. A bit cliché for women to be so traditional now-a-days." He wasn't used to having girls being so old-fashioned. Now-a-days, genders are considered equal so it was just a bit strange in his eyes to have a girl wait on him. He looked back at Alaina, thinking over how many pancakes he wanted. Lewin always had a rather large appetite. Despite his low weight, he always ate like a king when he can. Although tempted to say 10, he responded with a lower number.

"Three will be fine." He said, not wanting to over-work Alaina. He sat down at his juice.

Lewin began to eat his pancakes subconsciously, listening to Alaina's story. He couldn't exactly agree with Alaina completely however, he valued her opinion none the less. He wasn't looking at his plate but in a matter of minutes, his first too pancakes were already gone. He was lucky that he was active and had a good metabolism. Otherwise, the weight probably would have caught up with him a long time ago.

"It all has to do with perspective Alaina." He smiled to himself. He took another pancake and started to smear butter and syrup on it. "Back then, men were considered far more superior to women. I see less abuse towards women because a number of them have learned to taken a stand for themselves and not let the arrogance of others win. Perhaps the idea of equality has won their hearts. Perhaps this new age has given women a chance to stand up to themselves. Whether they do or not will all be up to them. None the less, they have a choice now. "

He continued to eat like royalty of course, unaware of how many pancakes he was eating. Possibly on his eighth. His stomach was always unsatisfied so naturally, he ate more than needed.

"Fate is something that you subconsciously decide. If you want to know your reason, you would have to ask yourself since it was your hand that wrote it in the first place." He said pausing for a second. He gave his pancakes a break and started to wipe his month. "Ah, thank you for the pancakes. It was delicious."

He stretched a bit and took his plate and looked over at Alaina extending a hand, offering to take her plate if she was done. At the very least, he should do the dishes. He didn't have much to do today so it wouldn't exactly bother him. It was his way of saying thank you as well.

"Fate isn't 'much like death'. It is death and so is love and so is living in general. You cannot cheat death and by relativity, you cannot cheat your fate because new chapters are always being written there by you. In other words, you cannot cheat yourself." He placed his plate in the sink and leaned on the wall for a second. "But what do I know?" He said simply. He always ended his introspectiveness in those four words: What do I know?.

"None the less, I don't want to hold you up so I'll just take your dishes."