"Wakey, wakey!"
Angelo woke up to the sound of a woman with a high, chipper voice calling out to him and spreading the curtains open. Sunlight hit his face in gentle waves, but he was annoyed by it, though he failed to show this as he opened his eyes to look up. A woman with shiny long black hair bounced around his room, smiling as she cleaned things absently and hummed to herself.
Jazelle was a tall woman compared to Angelo of about 5'8" (or 172 centimetres) who had beautiful green eyes, her skin pale but probably because she was a night owl. With her French origins and accent, she had well-defined features and expressive eyes, her radiant complexion giver her a drop-dead gorgeous appeal.
Her chosen makeup of the day was a dark brown lipstick with cherry coloured highlights, shiny like lip-gloss. She had dark black eyeliner, primmed to perfect points, with light brown eyeshadows and inner eye highlights. Her lashes were the kind of long that made any man fall head over heels for her, and any girl wish that she had them. She had this beautiful shading along her face that gave this carved statue kind of look, an blush that could resemble lovingly pinched cheeks.
As Angelo slowly sat up in his bed, rubbing an eye, he considered putting a bell on his door. Jazelle always managed to sneak in on him while he was sleeping, and she was the only one who could do it. Honestly, it freaked him out a little bit, and he was starting to wonder if there was some sort of secret to it. He prayed to the gods that she didn't tell anyone else, if that was the case.
As she rounded the bed to get to him, she swept in quicker than he could manage to think and pressed a light kiss upon his lips. He barely had time to register, much less kiss her back, though he heavily debated on it. He didn't like Jazelle, but she liked him, and he failed to complain much about their relationship – or at all, really.
She barely gave him anymore time to debate if he should or shouldn't have kissed her back as she sat down next to him. She plopped a plate full of food in his lap: eggs, bacon, an English muffin with grape jelly. Nothing he liked, but everything that she did.
"How'd it go last night?" She asked.
Before he could manage to sign an answer, she continued on. "Good?"
He barely managed a small nod before she clapped her hands together, grinning with those cherry highlighted lips. "Yay! I was worried, y'know – you didn't tell me when you left."
As he poked at his food with the fork she handed him not long after dumbing the plate of food in his lap, she plucked a piece of bacon from his plate and chomped down on it. Chewing with a glace around the room, curiosity and feigned cluelessness in those green eyes, she continued to ramble on.
"It's a good thing you went alone, though," She chirped. "Wouldn't be a great idea to drag alone someone yappy – like Emily. She's sooo talkative, like, does she ever shut up?"
She giggled adorably, and while Angelo was cutting an egg, he really wished that she had left the English muffins without jelly – at least one of them, anyway. He wanted to dip the muffin in the yolk, but the muffin would be too sweet to dip, and the yolk was too runny to just eat by itself. However, he still just shovelled it in his mouth without complaint, while Jazelle finished his piece of bacon and grabbed one of the jellied English muffins.
"Speaking of Emily," She mused. "Did I tell you what she did the other day? She got in trouble for shit she didn't do! Jeez, she never does anything that she's supposed to."
Jazelle chomped down on her English muffin as Angelo roughly translated what she meant by what she just said. By getting her in trouble, she meant she literally did not get into any trouble at all, and the worst someone did was give her a weird look. By she never does anything, it meant, she did a lot of work already and just couldn't complete all the tasks given to her. It wasn't enough that she did what she could. That's usually how it worked for Jazelle's personal language.
Before Angelo even got done with the translation of nonsense in his head, he noticed that most of his food was gone. He got down the eggs and Jazelle had eaten the rest, including the last bite on the plate; which was bacon. Jazelle took the empty plate dirty fork, still chipper… until she grew a sudden frown.
"Sometimes…" She mumbled, loud enough to be heard. "I wish you would just talk to me."
Then, before Angelo could even manage a response – and he truly wasn't sure what to reply to all that anyway – Jazelle stood up and took her leave. Out the door, with a sad puppy dog look on her face like Angelo had just told her the most depressing news. When in reality, as she left, he hadn't said anything at all… maybe that was the problem.
And his stomach was still growling.